Woof, Again!
MY
PAST
The
Kennel
In my last blog I didn’t really tell
you about my past. I was born in a Dog Kennel in Melbourne. My mother (Lottie
was her name) died straight afterwards from birth complications. I never knew my father because he was killed
in an accident. This left me without any parents. Sometimes I feel as down as a
puddle but I don’t think about it.
The carer at the kennel, who was a
woman, cared for me until I was one year old. She and I had so much fun
together playing ball and Frisbee and going for walks. I guess because I had no
parents I was treated better than the others in the Dog Kennel.
Royal
Society for the Blind
When I was one year old I was
accepted into training to become a blind dog for the Royal Society for the
Blind. Here I underwent 12 months of training with a man called Graham. He
taught me how to guide my future master across roads and streets and help him
know where he was. The one thing he did drill into me was that I was a playful
dog and should avoid temptation when on duty. He taught me that I should be
attentive, alert and direct with my duty.
Finishing
training and meeting Ben
After 12 months of training I was put
onto the list of dogs to be accepted for blind people. Ben asked for a playful
but alert and attentive dog. Graham thought that I was perfect for the
requirements and he suggested me to Ben and I was accepted immediately. When I first
met ben I let out a big ‘WOOF” to show I was happy. For the past month Ben and
I have been together and it has been wonderful to serve him to aid his
difficulties. I still think it is daunting going through crowds. It feels like I’m
stuck in a small room. To help me I remember that Ben needs me so we stay
closer together.
Throughout thick and thin, this is my
past in a nutshell and how I got to where I am now.
Yours Sincerely,
Fred
Signed:
Here
I am with Ben on duty
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