Archives for January 2012

Accepting Differences

Like my dogs, I am different. I do not follow the crowd. And I march to my own beat.

From a very young age, I have understood difference. I didn’t look like other children. My mom was not like other moms. And my childhood was not like that of other children.

But, that’s okay.

As I grew older, I began to understand difference in other ways. People not only looked and grew up differently, but also thought and behaved differently.

But, that’s okay.

I have friends from all walks of life. We look different. We grew up different. We think differently. And we behave differently. Most of my friends would never become friends with one another.

But, that’s okay.

After completing my Bachelor of Arts in Criminal Justice and Public Policy, I decided to work towards a Bachelor of Social work. I learned about even more differences between people. I learned of attitudinal differences. And of differences I cannot appropriately name.

But, that’s okay.

Because I’m different, I work extremely hard to accept the differences of others.

I try not to judge. I question, in an attempt to learn.

This is why, it really bothers me to see others judge and make assumptions about myself and others.

We’re all different. We all come from a different beginning. We’ll all end up in a different spot.

Why is this not okay?

Why must we stop talking about the differences? Why must we only acknowledge the similarities? Why can we not ask questions, learn from one another, and accept each others views?

It’s because we’re afraid to leave our own experiences and beliefs at the door.

And, that’s not okay.

The Hand-Me-Down Coat

Rogue is now long enough to fit Phoenix’s winter coat. She is still swimming in it girth and chest wise, but she fits it a little nicer than Cessna does, who is about an inch not as long as Rogue.

It makes me sad to see the coat on someone else, but I know Phoenix wouldn’t mind.

A Sleepy Puppy

…Is A Good Puppy.

Coffee Lover

Announcements

Our friends, L^2 and Jack, are preparing to do another online fundraiser auction and would appreciate our help.

As mentioned in a previous post, L^2 and Jack are raising money to sponsor a guide dog puppy
through Guide Dogs of America.

If you think you can help, or if you would like to participate when the time comes, go here to learn more.

I’m hoping this time around we’ll be able to help L^2 and Jack meet their goal!

I also wanted to remind you all to come join Jess and Glacier as they prepare to host their first Blogville Pawty.

Friends At Last?

Or just a convenient pillow?

I’m A Cracker Critter!

Even though I’m a “Working Stiff”, Mommy says I fit much better into the “Cracker Critter” category.

What’s she insinuating?

So, for those who do not know me, my name is Cessna and I am Mommy’s guide dog, which explains how I also fit into the “Working Stiff” category.

But, I am not like every other guide dog.

Most guide dogs take their job really seriously, and know how to ignore distractions around them, such as squirrels, birds and other dogs, but not me.

Where’s the fun in that?

I keep Mommy safe, but I also like to have fun and think chasing squirrels should be in my job description!

Don’t you?

Here are a couple examples to illustrate why Mommy thinks I am a Cracker Critter…I’ll let you be the judge.

One day Mommy and I were walking to one of her classes and I was being a good girl. For most of the walk we were walking pretty quick, but then I slowed down a bit. Mommy thought there might be some ice, so was really proud of me.

He he he…

She was sadly mistaken…

In fact, we had come along side a field, and I slowed down (I had to make sure my bell didn’t jingle) to get real close to some unsuspecting Canada Geese.

He he he…

As soon as I was right beside them…I let out a “WOOF!” and the entire flock of geese took flight!

I was so proud of myself!

Mommy says I was jumping around like a fool!

I personally think she just doesn’t realize what she’s missing out on – don’t you?

Onto my next story…

About a year ago, Mommy’s friend invited us on a trip to Marineland. For those who don’t know, Marineland is a sort of aquatic theme park where they not only have rides and games, but also different sea creatures! Well…of course Mommy and Daddy said we’d love to join the group.

The first exhibit we saw, was the sea lions. We had to sit through a show *yawn* where some woman got the sea lions to do different tricks. I had so much trouble sitting still and even though Mommy told me to stay quiet, I kept letting out little “Woofs!” and whining at the top of my lungs! I wanted to go play with the sea lions, but Mommy wouldn’t let me!

Mean Mommy!

When the show was all over, Mommy and I went underground and I got to watch the sea lions swim around the big pool. I really wanted to go play with them though so kept putting my paws up on the glass. Mommy just stood there laughing!

But, then…one of the sea lions came over and scared me!

And what did Mommy do? She laughed even harder!!

Next we walked over to the whale area and I got to watch the killer whales swim and splash the crowd.

This was so, so, so cool!

I of course couldn’t control myself!

Mommy held my leash really tight so I couldn’t jump into the water with the whales – what’s her deal?

And at one point Daddy picked me up so that I could see better – he’s such a wonderful man 

It was SO COOL!

At the end of our trip though, we walked through the deer enclosure and I was so scared!

what was Mommy thinking?

There were like a million deer and they all seemed to want to eat me!

Could you imagine?

Luckily, deer aren’t into eating spunky little black labs…

As you can see, I’m not like every other guide dog.

I’m a Cracker Critter!

*****

This is Cessna’s submission for the Mango Minster 2012 Cracker Critter category.

Blogville Pawty Announcement

Hi Faifoh Weaders!

I, Woagie, would wike to wake a mowent, to wake a wittle announcement!

Ow fwends, Jess and Gwaser, are hoassing a Pawy to help waise money foe a wady who fosters wescue dogs.

If you’d wike to participate (Cessie tol me ta wite dis, so hope it wite), peas check out dare…

Cessie, you take over, dis too ard…

I don’t understand why Mommy let that pesky brat write this for her….obviously, I’m much smarter!

So…what the brat was trying to say, was, that our Auntie Jess and my buddy Jetta’s successor, Glacier, are hosting a Pawty over at At a Glacial Pace, and would appreciate your support in any way.

You can join or kiss, the ruled by paws stud (he’s watching me, so I’ll let him think this is what I think) and the brat in the Kissing Booth…

Orr Join and vote for me and the stud (I sure wish he’d go away, so I can stop pretending) in the contest for Prom Queen and King.

If you can’t participate, but would still like to help out, please help me spread the word about this wonderful fundraising event!

International Day Of Mourning And Memory

Dave Hingsburger of Rolling Around In My Head, would like to start an annual event and has asked his readers to spread the word.

Here is a little quote from his announcement –

“I propose the ‘International Day for Mourning And Memory of the Lives of People With Disabilities’. The day would be one of remembrance of those whose lives were not celebrated or remembered, the lives of those who were slaughtered by care providers or brutalized to death by bullies. It would also be a day to remember the entire disability community – the elders who came before and who made the world different and better. It would be a day where a moment was taken to pause and reflect and remember.”

So, without further a due, I would like the readers of ruled by paws to help me help Dave in his quest to make January 23rd, 2012, the first annual ‘INTERNATIONAL DAY OF MOURNING AND MEMORY OF THE LIVES OF PEOPLE WITH DISABILITIES!

Relaxing Rogue