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The Breed Effect

This post is due to a couple factors: (1.) I’ve been getting a not small number of requests to read what I’ve been writing for my Nano; and, (2.) It (sort of) answers a rather often received question of mine: “Which breed is the best suited guide dog?”

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Guiding Eyes for the Blind

I hadn’t intended to write this out or post it, but since I’ve been writing so much about my experiences as a guide dog handler for my Nano I thought I’d finally share this with everyone. Especially since every new potential or current guide dog user who has come across this blog eventually asks the same question of me, “What happened that caused [me] to sever [my] relationship with Guiding Eyes?” Well, the short answer is that it was several different things over many years. Hardly an adequate explanation, I know, but at the time when all of this culminated in what I have dubbed “the fallout” I wasn’t in a position to be entirely forthcoming with all the details. In fact, sharing certain details was exactly what sparked the most volatile aspect of my past relationship with the school. As usual, I’m getting ahead of myself. So, let’s back up and start way back at the beginning.

First, let me emphasize that this is wholly my own experience and any opinions stated are completely my own. Also, it should be understood that I have no qualms with the school’s ability to train and turn out wonderful guide dogs — I was incredibly pleased with Dolly, she was a terrific guide all her working years.

Secondly, I have thought long and hard about all of this and looking all the way back on my decision to get a guide dog, I realize there were a lot holes in my knowledge. At 19 I thought I was as prepared as one could possibly be to get a guide dog. I’d wanted one since I was six and I’d been avidly researching everything I could from the time I was 16. I’ve since come to the conclusion that I wasn’t hardly prepared and if I’d known then — really known — what was involved with getting and working with a guide dog, I’d never have gotten one. Or at the very least, not until I was much older. This is to say that much of my initial issues with the school may have stemmed from my own teenage naïveté and stubbornness. Sadly, this foundation only compounded the issues that would occur as time went by, but it does not excuse the entirity of it. (Possibly none of it.)

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My Thoughts on Home Training

There are several people I know, both on and off the Intarwebs, that are currently away at school training with their new guide dogs. Not surprisingly I have found myself thinking about my own somewhat recent training experience. In talking with other guide dog handlers, I’ve been reminded of the many differences between “in-community” — home-based — and campus training. Much like the debate about which breed is the best suited guide (which I very well may pontificate on at a later date), whether training at home or at a school is better really comes down to your personal preference.

Having experienced both forms of training, I have formed several opinions. The first, and most important of these, is that it is absolutely not for everyone who wishes to obtain a guide dog. It’s a choice and there are a great many differences which may be incentives for some and cause a great deal of hardship for others. For my own purposes of discussion, I’ll go through my own list of positives and negatives and compare each between the two forms of training.

Location, Location, Location

Obviously, by its very nature, home training occurs at home. This means that there is no need to travel to a campus and spend the duration of training there. For the most part, I had little interruption in my daily activities during my two weeks. I did some work; I went grocery shopping; I shoveled my front walk. On the other hand, during my time at GEB I actually felt cut off from my regular life. In fact, one of my classmates made a comment regarding this — and later that day I found out there had been a hurricane at my house the week before and I’d never known!

Being in my own community also meant far less travel to a route to work. Megan and I rarely spent more than 30 minutes in the van to get anywhere. And most of that time was due to the horrendous winter weather — and because we were generally freezing. However, nearly every day of training at GEB required at least a half hour trip to get places. Frankly, I felt like a sardine packed in a can when we traveled, and the transportation I experienced was apparently an improvement over previous modes used. This lack of long travel also meant a much later start to my training each day — potentially I would have been able to sleep in if I didn’t have an insomniac GSD — whereas whether I wanted to or not, I was forced awake at 6:30 sharp every day at school. And life from that moment was commanded by the regimented school’s schedule: meals at this time, lectures at that, etc. Fidelco’s training also had a schedule, but it was by comparison so much more laid back; for instance, even though I was still waking up, generally, just as early I did get to take a nap most days, since we would take a break after our first portion of training each day. With everything involved with traveling away from campus each day, I was never afforded such a luxury. Most days, when I wasn’t actively walking a route, I found myself in an exhausted and bored stupor.

Less Is More

Believe it or not, I actually am incredibly shy. Specifically in situations with many other people. I find it hard to single a person out to communicate with and I never feel comfortable trying to express things to an audience. Understandably this makes the 1:1 student/instructor ratio that home training affords much more enticing to me than the class of 16 with two instructors and a supervisor that I had at a training school. I had the misfortune of being in a class with almost no one I could relate to — I was the youngest by quite a margin and most of the students were veteran handlers. For a great many reasons, I also had a very hard time interacting with the staff. Truthfully, I felt very lonely during my month of training. So much so at first that I cried myself to sleep one night. Dolly helped ease this burden, but then when I’d found myself already bonded with her, I was forced to relinquish her to the school to mend from her feet injuries for nearly a month. (All of this is a story unto itself. One I may share at another time.) All of this undoubtedly contributed to my feeling that I was always competing for time and attention from the instructors. But with 15 other students, there was obviously a lot of “down time” where I waited for my turn. I knew this was the case beforehand, but I was unprepared for the extent of “sitting around” that actually took place. It made a lot of my training work seem nearly insubstantial.

My experience with Megan was so different that it’s nearly unrecognizable in comparison. I found Megan very easy to talk with and by the end of training we had truly “clicked.” With no one else around, I always had my instructor’s complete and undivided attention. Which meant I could focus completely on working with my dog and not neurotically ruminating on how I might be coming off as a nuisance. This one-on-one relationship also allowed Megan to fully absorb herself in Yara and me, which gave her the ability to notice anything and give immediate feedback to me. This also meant that we had time to work together more; there was no rush to accomplish any day’s tasks. We could extend our time working a route for as long as we wished or rework on specific things without taking time from anyone else. I was able to have long conversations with her about all aspects of my dog from equipment to food. It was a very comfortable and enjoyable training, but I was aware that I could have been just as likely to not have an instructor that I got along with so well. I actually feared just that before training began and voiced this to Megan, who admitted there certainly were times that such a thing happened and it was always a bit of a “strain” but I would have been well within my rights to ask for a different trainer if it were enough of an issue.

Working Like a Dog

[Note: As I have never attended an "accelerated" training program at a guide dog school, in which you are not required to attend for the full 3-4 weeks. This specific comparison ignores anything attributed to them.]

To anyone who’s never trained with a guide dog, it can be hard to explain how intensive it can be. Depending on how physically fit you are, it can be downright grueling. Especially if you have a rather exuberant dog! But more so it is very emotional draining. Home training can be even more exhausting because it is much more condensed than training at a school. The shorter length in time requires that more work is done and more information given in a quicker time frame. As an experienced handler, who is quite physically fit, I had to admit that at times I did experience a bit of information “overload” and I was utterly exhausted by lunch time. (See above regarding naps!) I did find myself quite astonished at how much was accomplished so quickly at several points during my home training, but I was never overwhelmed. Whereas at a school there is much more time and all of this is far more gradual; sometimes I felt like nothing was happening at all. Though, it should be noted that in all types of training, the steps are such that the handler and dog are eased into the work.

The I in Team

Somewhat in contrast to the benefits of the ratio size, home training does require a bit more self-monitoring than training in a class. When you train at the school, you have your classmates and instructors (and sometimes other staff) to give you constant feedback, criticism and advice. For the inexperienced handler especially, this can be a goldmine of information and assistance.

Home training requires you to be your own teacher and student in a lot of ways. Depending on how experienced you and/or your instructor are, you may be at a disadvantage in terms of information you may not receive. There were a lot of nuiances of guide-work that I gleamed during my month at GEB, other handlers, and my own years of working with my guides. I found this all quite beneficial while working with Megan, especially upon discovery that Fidelco instructors do not have any O&M training and, of course, have not had the experience of living amongst their students. These deficiencies didn’t seem to bring about anything that jumps out to me as lacking in my training, but I would have qualms if I were a more unsure independent traveler or the like.

It’s a Vacation, Of Sorts

When I was first researching guide dog schools, one of my handler friends said to me: “You’re going to love it! Seriously, it’s like going to Club Med — and you get a dog in the end!” Her tongue-in-cheek description basically was in references to how well cared for you are at a school; living quarters are comfortable, meals are delicious, and your roommate is this spiffy canine. Most schools will also at least partially cover your travel back and forth to the campus, though, you are always welcome to make your own plans. (I did.) Depending on your classmates, it can be an almost tranquil experience to be at a guide dog school and, as I hinted above, you basically are removed from your life — you can “get away from it all” as it were. Certainly an impossibility at home; and for some this could prove to be a major handicap depending on your lifestyle. Those with very important or busy careers (especially parents) may find it incredibly difficult to concentrate on training in such a distracting environment.

Easy Come, Easy Go

As I said, there is generally quite a lot that is included under the umbrella of going to a campus for training. Though, in my experience, I did find it rather impossible to avoid spending undue money while at the training school. I donated a rather large sum of money (especially for an unemployed college student) and then spent nearly that same amount via purchases through the equipment and gift stores. I’m not saying that one shouldn’t be faithful and grateful to their guide dog school; or that one shouldn’t feel the need to support them. But whether it was from inexperience or youth, I did feel consistently pressured to make purchases on several occasions by various staff. Since Fidelco came to my home, I never interacted with a staff or volunteer whose sole purpose seemed to be to fundraise. In fact, a good deal of additional (read: “optional”) things I’d bought at GEB were provided as standard by Fidelco. (As a side note, though, I did spend even more money during the time period of home training because of Christmas shopping.)

Four + Two = One

Much of the bonding process begins — even occurs — during training. In my very humble opinion, this is one of the main reasons a first time handler should not utilize home training because this bonding process is a new concept and can then occur removed from one’s normal surroundings. In specific, when I was training with Dolly I spent a month with her away from my friends and family. Never once did I need to remind those close to me to not interfere — and frankly I doubt I would have realized the necessity or known how to adequately express this. These are things I learned from being away and also from the shared experiences of my classmates who were training with successor guides. I feel quite strongly that this was a vital foundation in working with Yara, even though ironically enough none of my family and friends were around during the two weeks I was training. Though, that could very easily have not been the case. Still, this knowledge of how to isolate myself to bond with my new dog and how to tactfully get people to back off from my guide were absolutely not something I would have garnered without that school background and years of experience as a handler.


In conclusion, I am neither advocating for or against either method of training. As I have stated there are pros and cons to both. Personally, I have absolutely no desire to ever train at a campus again based solely on the 1:1 ratio. But in no way do I think home training is without any flaws, nor is it the ideal choice for everyone. When asked by those interested, I have been honest about my feelings on both forms of training. And have expressed my own qualms regarding first time training. Of course, I do know of a people who have gotten their first dogs from Fidelco and/or trained at home. I also know of a few people who have never been to a school to obtain their guides. To that, I will merely say that I do not feel there is really a right or wrong approach, but that an informed decision is the best course in choosing what works for you.

Lions World Services for the Blind

I’ve made little secret of the many strange and bizarre things that seem to happen to me. Or sometimes just near me! Two of these have been rather momentous events in my life. One being the fallout with GEB (which has a draft post I’ve been meaning to finish for about a year now) and the other being the entire experience with LWSB. Honestly, I haven’t thought much on either of these for quite some time. Until yesterday afternoon, that is.

While I was continuing my on-going battle with UPS, I got another call from an unfamiliar number. I tried to finish up with the UPS person to answer the call, but they got my voicemail instead. Adding to my curiosity, the message was blank, so I phoned back the number.

“Lions World Services for the Blind,” a pleasant voice answered, “how may I help you?”

“Well,” I said, “apparently someone there phoned me. And I’m at a complete loss as to why.” She asked if I’d been a student there and I replied that yes, in fact, I had several years ago. And then she transferred me to someone else, whom I repeated much the same conversation with. This second woman told me that probably her boss called me and she explained that they’ve been calling past students and “checking on things.” She asked how I’d been, and before I could think better of it I said, quite rudely, “Well, since you quite literally tossed me out of the school — and very nearly threw me out of the state of Arkansas — I’ve been great.” Then I hung up on her.

Afterwards I spent a good twenty minutes laughing about the whole thing, during which I tweeted and updated my Facebook status. Subsequently, a not small number of people have inquired exactly what happened. I must admit that there are several reasons I’ve yet to blog about the whole thing. At first it was just too fresh in my mind and writing about it was just too emotional for me. I was also dealing with the aftermath of the ordeal and as such this was hardly a good venue to discuss the events. But mostly it was because I had to verbally explain everything to so many people and I was just tired of reliving it again and again.

Now, that’s not to say that every aspect of my five months in Arkansas was suckage beyond the telling of. In fact, aside from the acne1 and frizzy hair2 I was constantly plagued with, quite the oppositie is true. I actually had a rather lovely time and I made a great many very good friends. Also, of note, I found the master’s program that I’m currently pursuing with much enjoyment. However, that’s hardly the interesting part of the story, so following be the sordid details you all crave.

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Ups and Downs

Wow, ten days since my last update. How did that happen? Well, I wish I had a bunch of awesome things upon which to gush about here or even something somewhat witty to blog. Alas, I don’t. Truth be told, I’ve been in a bit of a funk the last few weeks and only just seem to be pulling out of it. Which is rather ironic given that today I received some very unsettling news that I’d rather not share in this venue . . . at least not right now.

On the brighter side of things, though, I had a lovely time at Dad’s this passed weekend. Saw Nanny and Poppy, who confirmed the acquisition of several new shelves for me and my ever-growing pile of books. Had lobster and it was fantastic. Also had fresh strawberry shortcake which was quite delicious.

Dolly is doing somewhat better. Her hair is falling out like crazy and the running theory is that her Synthroid needs to adjusted. But it’s also shedding season and she was shaved due to that funky skin thing, so that might be part of it, too. The funky skin thing finally cleared up at least. She’s still not much for playing with her toys or anything, but she did try to romp around with Yara a bit in the backyard. But she’s not as young as she sometimes thinks she is and her arthritic back legs just wouldn’t allow for much of that. Yara spent the weekend whining. And shedding. But she did eat pretty well, so that’s not nothing.