I keep thinking I'll get on here and do a big ass entry to catch up on the past 2 and a half months, but I've finally come to the realization that it's just not going to happen. Instead, I'll do a quick and dirty, half-assed synopsis of my activities since I last wrote so many months ago. Yes, it's lame, but it's better than nothing.
Cinnabar and I graduated from GDB, met the Bar's puppy raiser, Shelby, who is awesome, and went to the Cal vs. Tennessee football game with Shelby. Cal won. It was bitchin'. I also met Cinnabar's Mom, Omega, at graduation. The Bar and Omega seemed to be happy to see each other, but who knows? The Bar is happy to see any dog so I'm not entirely sure that the Mom factor changed the experience at all.
I brought The Bar home. She didn't seem to enjoy the plane ride but we made it. She was much more at ease on the second flight so I have high hopes that she'll be OK with flying in the future. I guess I'll find out in February when we go to Vegas for my annual birthday trip with the parents.
The Bar and I have settled into a nice routine. She gets along fine with Horatio, she's adjusted to her new environment and she and I are making good progress with the bonding and learning to work togetherstuff. She gets pretty distracted with sniffing, greeting people and eating stuff off the ground, but I've been working with her and she is getting much better. It's frustrating at times but the occasional flashes of pure brilliance and perfection from her help me to get through the not so perfect times. Once we get through the growing pains, Cinnabar and I will be an awesome team. The Bar is extremely intelligent and should mature into a very good guide.
My interactions with the public now that I have a guide dog are weird. When I used a cane, people stared a lot and generally seemed freaked out and were afraid to talk to me. I don't know why people react that way. I know that most of the time, I am the first blind person that most people meet, but come on. I'm still a person. I just happen to be blind. It's not a big deal. People need to relax. Anyway, now with the dog, I have minor celebrity status everywhere I go. I constantly hear people talking about my dog. And countless numbers of random people have approached to ask about my dog or tell me stories about their dog. It takes a little getting used to, but I'm doing OK with all the extra attention. The weird thing is that I'm now basically invisible to the public. It's my dog who gets stared at now, not me. I'd say it's an improvement. I feel better about myself thanks to the dog, so it's all good.
The Bar has been to all of TU's home football games this year and has been great. She doesn't give a rat's ass about the noise or crowds and just chills out during the games. She doesn't even react to the loud-ass storm siren that gets blared over the P.A. system every time TU scores a touchdown. She is officially a football dog. She rocks!
The Bar is a big hit at work. She has her very own corner in my office and spends the day sleeping and chewing on her toys. She is loved and admired by everyone in the building.
Randy had surgery on his hip. All went well and he has worked hard with his rehab and is making amazing progress toward a full recovery.
Work is fine, the parents are fine, Lou got a new job (Congrats!), the Red Sox won the Series (WOO!) and my fantasy football team is a constant source of frustration and anxiety.
So, there you go. You're all caught up now. On to the present.
Dad, Lou and I are driving down to Houston this Saturday for TU's big game against Rice. TU wins the West division of Conference USA with a win so hopefully all will go well. I'm really psyched about this year's team. I love our new crazy air-it-out offense. Our Defense is a concern, but at least TU's games are fun. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for another trip to the Liberty Bowl, but I have my doubts about beating UCF in the conference championship game should we get there. First things first - go kick some Rice Owl ass.
I'm looking forward to pigging out tomorrow and watching football. I'm a little stressed out about the dressing though. My Mom is making it this year instead of my Grandma. Mom is a good cook and everything, but come on! My Grandma has been making the dressing my whole life and it's awesome. I understand that my Grandma is 76 and ready to retire some of her Thanksgiving cooking responsibilities, but you just shouldn't screw with the dressing. It's the most important part of Thanksgiving. I cannot get on board with this new plan. (I love you Mom and I know your dressing will be great, but you know how I feel about dressing. This is really hard for me.) Anyway, I'm in a much better place emotionally for the Holidays this year and am ready to get the festivities under way. Bring on the food and the time away from work!
So, that's all for now. I hope everyone has a lovely Thanksgiving and I'll be back soon with what will hopefully be less sucktastic updates to AudreysAudities.com. Toodles!