Campbell’s Calamities #4
by Patty L. Fletcher
July 1, 2014
The following is from a column I used to write for an Online Magazine called Really Good Quotes.
We hope that you will enjoy our tale. We wouldn’t believe it, if we hadn’t experienced it ourselves.
Now, something all of you who do not handle guide dogs, of any type should know, is each time we dog handlers go out and about, we almost always have some sort of adventure. This day was no exception.
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One afternoon, as Campbell and I sat in the waiting room at the vet’s office waiting for our ride home, a man entered the front door with a small pet in his arms. Campbell took some notice of it, but honestly, he really just raised his head and gave a good sniff, so I didn’t worry about it too much.
After the man finished signing in, he came back to the bench where Campbell and I were sitting and asked, “May I sit down?”
I said, “Sure, go right ahead.” I figured he had a small pup or something with him. Campbell, being the curious sort and also being quite young yet, sprang up and began to sniff the small critter.
Before I could move to correct my dog, the little critter raised its head and said, “Snort! Snort!”
Campbell backed up, and I mean way up! He said, “Aurhrhrhrh? Aurhrhrhrhrh? Uhm, what are you? Are you a dog?”
The pig snorted in return, as if to say, “What’s wrong with you, dog? Haven’t you ever seen a baby pot-bellied pig before? Seriously, dude?”
Campbell said, “Aurhrhrh? Aurhrhrhrh? Uhm, that’s okay, dude. I don’t need to lie at Mom’s feet by that bench after all. It’s all yours!” He scooted back even farther, as far back as he could go, and then crouched down in the corner. As he did, he was still saying, “Aurhrhrh? Aurhrhrhrh? What the heck are you?”
The pig snorted in return, as if saying, “Come on and take a good sniff, dog.”
The owner of the pig and I were laughing fairly hysterically by now, and so was everyone else around us. As I said, I would not have believed it had I not seen and experienced it for myself.
Soon our van was there, and it was time to go. Campbell did not hesitate or disobey in any way when I stood up and said, “Campbell! Forward! Outside!” I waved goodbye as we made our way to and then out the door. Campbell did not slow down until he and I reached the safety of the inside of the van. I don’t think he truly relaxed until both of us were safely tucked back inside our house later that afternoon.
See what I mean? Now, I won’t say it’s that strange or unusual each time we go out and about, but I’m tellin’ you, we have fun in ways you simply cannot with just a cane.
Well, folks, until next time, this is Patty, Campbell, and the crew signing off, saying May Harmony Find You, and Blessid Be.
This article was edited by Leonore Dvorkin editor of Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life