As it's Friday, I'm asking all my followers to please retweet (and comment) on this post if you see it, to help my bird account be seen!🙏😊
To make it worth sharing, here's a proud, plump Puffin checking me out! 😍😁🐦
Thank you very much!❤️
I heard a strangers voice.
"Is he friendly?" they asked as they reached out to touch me.
"Yes, but he's working. No touching, please."
We reposition, so the wheelchair is between the stranger and I.
The stranger moves around the wheelchair and looks right in my eyes as they ask, "Are you a good boy?"
It's already hard to pay attention here and to listen and watch for cues because there's so many people talking and a multitude delicious odors are wafting around.
The stranger held their hand in front of my nose. It smelt like paper, coffee and pocket lint with a hint of peanut butter.
Unexpectedly, the wheelchair moved and I had to be quick to get my paws out of the way. I didn't see the hand signal to tell me to move left because I was wondering how long ago the strangers hand touched peanut butter and if they might be smuggling toast in their pockets.
"Yes, he's a very good boy." The voice that belongs to my partner helps gets my attention back and I follow the wheelchair as she moves to give us a bit more space.
But I'm not 100% back on task. It can take us dogs a minute to get re-oriented. During that time we can miss important cues that tell us to do something. Or we might not notice things that are important. Like strollers on a collision course with us, or a loose toddler, or a door opening.
Imagine being at work and suddenly a stranger is right in front of you making funny noises and putting strange smells right in front of your nose. When they are finally out of sight it might take you a few minutes to get back on task. If you're doing something that takes a lot of concentration, you might even need a break so you can settle back into the job.
So please, try not to be that extra distracting thing around a dog that's working. Don't try to make our job harder than it is. Don't touch us or put things in our faces. Don't make direct eye contact or try to get us to look at you. And always speak to our humans instead of us. Though I don't recommend asking mine if she's a good girl or she might snap at you. 😉
Smoky was a 4 lb, 7 inch tall, Yorkshire Terrier who served in World War II. In 1944 Smoky was found in a foxhole in the jungles of New Guinea by an American soldier who brought her back to camp and sold her to Corporal William A. Wynne for $6.44. For the next 2 years Smoky lived a soldiers life. Because she was not an official military dog, she did not get dog food or medical care. She shared Wynne’s meals and slept beside him in his tent.
The little dog even flew 12 air/sea rescue and photo reconnaissance missions, secured in the soldiers backpack. She survived 150 air raids and saved Wynne by warning him of incoming shells. Like many Yorkies, Smoky also loved to learn tricks and preform. She did so with the Special Services – entertaining soldiers in hospitals. After the war Smoky was flown back to the US hidden in a oxygen mask carrying case.
For the next 10 years she made television and public appearances in Veterans hospitals until her death in 1957. Smoky is considered the first Therapy Dog.
Been away from here for awhile but going to make a concerted effort to start posting more and interacting with followers. This shot was taken at Lake Ohau in the MacKenzie Basin earlier this year. Thanks to everyone for your continued support #NewZealand