Tucker went to his first (and more than likely last) golf tournament last week. My old roommate/best friend is on the women's golf team here at GWU, so we drove down to Spartanburg to watch her play. While I thought this would be a perfect outing for Tucker (ie, outside, lots of walking), he had other ideas. Once the tourney began, he whined almost constantly. I didn't know it was possible, but he whined for roughly 17 holes. He also refused to stop pulling on the leash, which meant he got to wear the "Gentle Leader" for about five hours. That did not improve his mood, in case you were wondering.
Why was the puppy unhappy? I have no idea. If I had to guess, I'd say it was partially that he could see Courtney and didn't understand why she couldn't come say hi to him, and partially the start-stop-start-stop pace of golf. But really, who knows. Thankfully, it was windy enough that as long as we hung back a ways, the golfers couldn't really hear him whining. His cuteness also won over the other coaches, which was nice since I was afraid they would see Tucker as a distraction for their players.
Switching gears somewhat, Tucker and I had the pleasure of presenting at LOTS MC here on Saturday (Life of the Scholar Multidisciplinary Conference). My presentation focused on what I'm doing with Tucker this year and how puppy raising is in fact a type of service-learning. To my utter amazement, we tied for first place with Courtney, and my friend Erica! (I'd say I have somewhat of an unfair advantage. I think the puppy just gives the judges an extra happy feeling. ;) ) Although it was a long day, and he had to sit through several presentations, he did a really nice job. Let's hope he will be so kind when we present this again for Alpha Chi and Honors next month!
Saturday night, Mom and Dad came to GWU to take me and Courtney out to dinner and to pick up Tucker. I went horseback riding with Honors on Sunday, so they kept him for me. They dropped him off Sunday afternoon at the stables in Lake Lure, and we (Dr. Jones and some honors kids) started home. However, we decided to take a detour first. Dr. Jones thought there was a fudge shop in downtown Chimney Rock that we might enjoy. When we arrived, we discovered it was actually an ice cream shop - Homemade Ice Creams or something like that - right next to Coffee on the Rocks. Due to Tucker's size, most shop owners don't even question his legitimacy when we walk in, and those that do have almost always satisfied when I pull out his Leader Dog ID. Well, Mr. Ice Cream man was not. We hadn't been in the shop more than thirty seconds when he jumped down my throat. I told him Tucker was a service dog in training and that he had an ID. He angrily requested to see it, and when I handed it to him, he looked at it for a whopping half a second before handing it back and telling me to get out and that Tucker wasn't allowed. While I recognize that the rules surrounding dogs in training are hazy, there's just no need to be nasty. Dr. Jones took him from me and headed outside to wait, but I followed him out and took Tuck back. I don't support people who don't support me. There are way too many nice restaurant and business owners for me to waste my time and money on one so rude and closed minded.
While I was outside fuming, I noticed that Coffee on the Rocks cafe was right next door. As I was contemplating asking them if I could come in, the owner stepped outside. I asked him about it and he replied that Tucker could come in with or without his jacket, whatever he preferred. :) So, I decided my money was better spent buying coffee from nice people. So now the Chimney Rock ice cream store joins Papa's Pizza in Boiling Springs for food vendors I never intend to support again. Yes, I realize that losing my business is of no concern to them - but if no one ever stands up for what they know is right, then nothing will ever change. There is no biological difference between a puppy in training and a service dog, so why aren't well behaved puppies allowed equal access? Is it bad that after places give me the cold shoulder or kick me out, I always hope the next day they find themselves faced with a service dog they can't refuse? People are so incredibly closed minded. Most children are more of a menace than Tucker!
Okay, rant over, but seriously, think about it, and if you ever see a raiser and well behaved puppy kicked out of a business or restaurant, think twice about whether you want to support that mindset.
I would load a picture of the golf tourney, but GWU internet is being ridiculous as usual. The photos are on my facebook if you'd like to see them.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
9 Month Birthday!
Today is Tucker's 9 month birthday! Yay!
The past two weeks have been pretty busy for Tucker and me. Last week, Gardner-Webb began its four day University Fellows Interviews (scholarship interviews) and Tucker and I spent a lot of time talking to prospective students and helping with the honors sessions. He did an excellent job most of the time though he got a little fussy during the meetings a few times.
Last weekend I took him to part of a swim meet and was very pleased with his performance. By that, I mean I'm really excited that he didn't try to jump into the pool! I had this horrible fear that as soon as the buzzer sounded and the swimmers dove in, he would decide it looked like fun and want to join them. As a precaution, I sat behind him and gave him a bear hug until I was sure he was going to be satisfied with watching. We stayed for a few races and then left to get lunch.
That afternoon, the attitude came back out and as we were trying to take a nice walk around the lake, he started barking his head off at this poor older couple and their dog. I felt bad because it seemed to really scare them, but I couldn't do anything with him. It was like being back in the mall with Allison and Brandon - he was going nuts! I will never understand how he can ignore geese that are only five feet away, but he freaks out at the sight of another dog 150 yards away. I decided that weekend that it's pretty much official that Tucker has entered the "terrible twos" stage of development.
Saturday night we went to almost half of a men's basketball game to see "aunt" Courtney get a scholarship. He did much better than last time (we only made it five minutes last time) and several faculty and staff told me later that they loved seeing him at the game and were glad I had brought him. They, like me, understand that the more visible Tucker is on campus, the more our students/faculty/staff will be accepting of service dogs in the future.
Sunday he went to church with me. He did very well and even got a shout out from the preacher. At one point I looked down and saw something red between his toes. I thought, "Oh gosh. He's stepped on something and cut his foot." I reached down to investigate only to discover it was actually a red rhinestone stuck between his toes. I pointed it out to Chelsea and Lydia who were sitting next to me, and gave them a quizzical look. Lydia's response? "He just wants to be BEDAZZLED!" Love it.
This entire week he's been quite a handful, and I've had to go back to using the choke-chain even though two weeks ago, he didn't need it. In fact, he was such a crazy dog yesterday afternoon that I made him wear his jacket while we were on our walk. Out of jacket, he tries to pull my arm out of its socket. In jacket, I can hold the leash with one finger. Go figure. At least he knows what the jacket means.
Today at University Fellows, Tucker had the opportunity to meet Lisa Tucker, also known as one of GWU's biggest donors (Tucker Library, Tucker Student Center). Dr. Jones introduced Tucker as her namesake, even though I honestly didn't name him after the student center, but she thought it was funny anyway. We talked with Dr. Bonner for a few minutes and then I went back to mingling with students. Soon thereafter, I met a student named Derek who was very interested in Tucker. Why? He's about to apply for a Leader Dog! Small world, huh? It was great to meet people who not only know what Leader Dog is, but what I'm doing and why. It doesn't look like Tucker and Derek will be at Leader Dog at the same time, but I think it would be so cool if Tucker ended up with a college student. He would love it!
As a side note, it still amazes me how many people at GWU are surprised to see Tucker out and about. Tucker and I were walking through the Simply to Go getting breakfast this week and a woman I recognized as working in the Caf upstairs was there. She stared at us the whole time we were walking through, and as soon as I walked out the door I heard, "What's she got that dog for? Is she trainin' him or something?" We've been here since August, a campus-wide email was sent out, and yet, we still manage to surprise people. It's crazy.
Here's a funny story:
Wednesday night, my friends Derek and Hannah called me at 10pm and said they wanted to go to Cookout. After arguing with them about how I had an 8am class the next morning, I gave in and said I would go. Tucker was asleep at the time. As I tried to wake him up, this is what I imagine he was thinking based on his facial expressions:
Me: Come on, let's go outside!
Tucker: You want me to do what?
Me: Wake up, Tuck. Let's go outside!
Tucker: Are you serious?
Me: Wakey, wakey! Need to park? Let's go!
Tucker: Ugh, fine. *stretches*
So, I get him outside, get him to park, and as soon as he finishes, he turns to go back inside. I said..
Me: No, we're getting in Hannah's car.
Tucker: We're what? You said we were just going outside!
Finally, I get him in the car and off we go. On the way back, he passed out in the car. When I got him up to the room again, he flopped over on his bed and gave me a death glare. About an hour and a half later, I wanted to take him out one last time and go to bed. Here's how that went :
Me: Wake up, Tuck. Let's go outside!
Tucker: *glaring* What? Um, no. That's what you said last time and you dragged me to Cookout with you.
Me: Let's go! Come on, let's go outside.
Tucker: Did you hear me? NO. You lied last time.
I then proceeded to lure him down the hall with a piece of kibble. Even then, he would try to lie down every ten feet in the hall, as if to repeat, "No, you're just going to trick me again." He was not happy with me!
I was beyond worn out yesterday (maybe from the Cookout outing) so I decided to go to bed early last night. Epic Fail. Tucker got sick not once, but twice last night. Once around 4am and then again about 6am. He apparently felt bad all night because he woke me up several times tossing and turning in his crate. I'm suspicious that he just couldn't get comfortable. You see, I put him in his crate for a few minutes on Thursday and he ripped his bed up and I had to throw it away. So, he only had a towel to sleep on last night, and if you know my little prince, then you know he was NOT happy about that.
Tomorrow, Tucker gets to hang out with Dr. C for a few hours while I do some work on my thesis. Let me make one thing abundantly clear: I would not be able to survive this semester without my friends and professors who are so willing to take him off my hands for a few hours almost every day so I can get some work done. They. Are. Awesome.
Our next grand adventure begins on Super Bowl Sunday as we drive to Raleigh with one of our provosts, his wife, and my friend James for a conference. It's a multi-day conference, so prayers for a patient and well behaved puppy would be appreciated!
Here are some pictures. Enjoy!
When he wants to snuggle and I need to do work, he becomes my furry desk. :)
After playing with some of "my" freshmen. I'd say he had a good time. :)
This is why I never get any homework done.
Handsome boy.
Dreaming Big.
Long sit stay- no worries, he's tethered to the stairs. ;)
Home away from home.
Checkin' on the progress of "his" student center. ;)
Remember that conversation I told you about earlier? This was one of the faces.
Some things never change.
The past two weeks have been pretty busy for Tucker and me. Last week, Gardner-Webb began its four day University Fellows Interviews (scholarship interviews) and Tucker and I spent a lot of time talking to prospective students and helping with the honors sessions. He did an excellent job most of the time though he got a little fussy during the meetings a few times.
Last weekend I took him to part of a swim meet and was very pleased with his performance. By that, I mean I'm really excited that he didn't try to jump into the pool! I had this horrible fear that as soon as the buzzer sounded and the swimmers dove in, he would decide it looked like fun and want to join them. As a precaution, I sat behind him and gave him a bear hug until I was sure he was going to be satisfied with watching. We stayed for a few races and then left to get lunch.
That afternoon, the attitude came back out and as we were trying to take a nice walk around the lake, he started barking his head off at this poor older couple and their dog. I felt bad because it seemed to really scare them, but I couldn't do anything with him. It was like being back in the mall with Allison and Brandon - he was going nuts! I will never understand how he can ignore geese that are only five feet away, but he freaks out at the sight of another dog 150 yards away. I decided that weekend that it's pretty much official that Tucker has entered the "terrible twos" stage of development.
Saturday night we went to almost half of a men's basketball game to see "aunt" Courtney get a scholarship. He did much better than last time (we only made it five minutes last time) and several faculty and staff told me later that they loved seeing him at the game and were glad I had brought him. They, like me, understand that the more visible Tucker is on campus, the more our students/faculty/staff will be accepting of service dogs in the future.
Sunday he went to church with me. He did very well and even got a shout out from the preacher. At one point I looked down and saw something red between his toes. I thought, "Oh gosh. He's stepped on something and cut his foot." I reached down to investigate only to discover it was actually a red rhinestone stuck between his toes. I pointed it out to Chelsea and Lydia who were sitting next to me, and gave them a quizzical look. Lydia's response? "He just wants to be BEDAZZLED!" Love it.
This entire week he's been quite a handful, and I've had to go back to using the choke-chain even though two weeks ago, he didn't need it. In fact, he was such a crazy dog yesterday afternoon that I made him wear his jacket while we were on our walk. Out of jacket, he tries to pull my arm out of its socket. In jacket, I can hold the leash with one finger. Go figure. At least he knows what the jacket means.
Today at University Fellows, Tucker had the opportunity to meet Lisa Tucker, also known as one of GWU's biggest donors (Tucker Library, Tucker Student Center). Dr. Jones introduced Tucker as her namesake, even though I honestly didn't name him after the student center, but she thought it was funny anyway. We talked with Dr. Bonner for a few minutes and then I went back to mingling with students. Soon thereafter, I met a student named Derek who was very interested in Tucker. Why? He's about to apply for a Leader Dog! Small world, huh? It was great to meet people who not only know what Leader Dog is, but what I'm doing and why. It doesn't look like Tucker and Derek will be at Leader Dog at the same time, but I think it would be so cool if Tucker ended up with a college student. He would love it!
As a side note, it still amazes me how many people at GWU are surprised to see Tucker out and about. Tucker and I were walking through the Simply to Go getting breakfast this week and a woman I recognized as working in the Caf upstairs was there. She stared at us the whole time we were walking through, and as soon as I walked out the door I heard, "What's she got that dog for? Is she trainin' him or something?" We've been here since August, a campus-wide email was sent out, and yet, we still manage to surprise people. It's crazy.
Here's a funny story:
Wednesday night, my friends Derek and Hannah called me at 10pm and said they wanted to go to Cookout. After arguing with them about how I had an 8am class the next morning, I gave in and said I would go. Tucker was asleep at the time. As I tried to wake him up, this is what I imagine he was thinking based on his facial expressions:
Me: Come on, let's go outside!
Tucker: You want me to do what?
Me: Wake up, Tuck. Let's go outside!
Tucker: Are you serious?
Me: Wakey, wakey! Need to park? Let's go!
Tucker: Ugh, fine. *stretches*
So, I get him outside, get him to park, and as soon as he finishes, he turns to go back inside. I said..
Me: No, we're getting in Hannah's car.
Tucker: We're what? You said we were just going outside!
Finally, I get him in the car and off we go. On the way back, he passed out in the car. When I got him up to the room again, he flopped over on his bed and gave me a death glare. About an hour and a half later, I wanted to take him out one last time and go to bed. Here's how that went :
Me: Wake up, Tuck. Let's go outside!
Tucker: *glaring* What? Um, no. That's what you said last time and you dragged me to Cookout with you.
Me: Let's go! Come on, let's go outside.
Tucker: Did you hear me? NO. You lied last time.
I then proceeded to lure him down the hall with a piece of kibble. Even then, he would try to lie down every ten feet in the hall, as if to repeat, "No, you're just going to trick me again." He was not happy with me!
I was beyond worn out yesterday (maybe from the Cookout outing) so I decided to go to bed early last night. Epic Fail. Tucker got sick not once, but twice last night. Once around 4am and then again about 6am. He apparently felt bad all night because he woke me up several times tossing and turning in his crate. I'm suspicious that he just couldn't get comfortable. You see, I put him in his crate for a few minutes on Thursday and he ripped his bed up and I had to throw it away. So, he only had a towel to sleep on last night, and if you know my little prince, then you know he was NOT happy about that.
Tomorrow, Tucker gets to hang out with Dr. C for a few hours while I do some work on my thesis. Let me make one thing abundantly clear: I would not be able to survive this semester without my friends and professors who are so willing to take him off my hands for a few hours almost every day so I can get some work done. They. Are. Awesome.
Our next grand adventure begins on Super Bowl Sunday as we drive to Raleigh with one of our provosts, his wife, and my friend James for a conference. It's a multi-day conference, so prayers for a patient and well behaved puppy would be appreciated!
Here are some pictures. Enjoy!
When he wants to snuggle and I need to do work, he becomes my furry desk. :)
After playing with some of "my" freshmen. I'd say he had a good time. :) 
This is why I never get any homework done. 
Handsome boy.
Dreaming Big.
Long sit stay- no worries, he's tethered to the stairs. ;)
Home away from home. 
Checkin' on the progress of "his" student center. ;)
Remember that conversation I told you about earlier? This was one of the faces. 
Some things never change.
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