I walked the dog up to the launderette today then left her with Hubby whilst I went to a bank for some cash. Hubby has been using my cutting board for his boat, and let us say it is a bit ‘nicked’. Not that I mind, but I was going to make some cards yesterday and when I looked at it, I thought I’d take up his offer for a new one.
We saw one in a shop yesterday, but they only take cash, hence my need for some folding stuff.
Turning the corner, I met up with a guy and his guide dog. The dog seemed to be smiling at me and I said
‘Sorry, I can’t fuss you as you’re on duty’.
The guy promptly dropped the dog’s harness whilst retaining his lead and said
‘Now you can.’
I got the full treatment.
We chatted for quite some time, and I learned that Leo was this guy’s fourth guide dog and he was 8. He would have two more years in service, then he would be retired, but be kept as a house pet with his owner. I always like that, the dog is a working member of the family but stays with them forever.
Leo was a black labrador, though his predecessor was a golden retriever who lived to be 15.
He was also a leaner, putting his full weight against my legs, but gentle with it as he nudged my hand to that ‘just so’ position for ear rubs and fussing.
His owner told me they were making their way up to the beach as they hadn’t been out in the bad weather, and Leo loved to romp on the sand. It was his reward every week.
I gave him one last pat, wished the owner well and handed him Leo’s harness.
The switch was thrown and once again Leo was on duty, waiting patiently for his owner to tell him when he was ready to move on.
Isn’t it wonderful?