Paws on the Street – Chief Seeing Eye® Dog Blue – Moan in’ the Bus Stop Blues
Written by Patty L. Fletcher and Coauthor Chief Seeing Eye® Dog Blue
January 8, 2024
*** Hang on just a moment! Just one moment, I say!
Chief Seeing Eye® Dog Blue here. First, my mother will speak more about the bus and all in a minute. Before she does let me just bark a bit.
I’d like to clear the air. I was not afraid of the bus. I didn’t like the way they put the ramp down for my mother to walk on. It was on the ground, I had to help her off the curb, onto the street then back onto the ramp and onto the big bus. I could not do that safely. When the trainer Chris came from my homeland the bus humans knew of it and they sent a human driver from King Campbell’s day. They cheated. I’d never seen our ramps go that way since leaving my homeland in Morristown N.J.
Now they do it right and I’m glad, but mother is correct about what she writes of my nose.
And now, because my nose is tired of typing, I give you MOTHER!
Good evening, to all. I hope you’re doing well. Here, it’s evening time, the coffee is fine and so is the splash of bourbon giving it that extra little kick.
“I’m driving mother. Stand down.”
Blue and I rose up out of bed about 6:30 this morning. I was almost 100 percent sure I’d scheduled my trips for January to the Senior Center an hour later than what I’d been doing. But this morning around 7:20 or so, I heard a van pull up outside.
I waited a minute, and they beeped their beeper a couple times, so I called in to check. Sure enough there was a van in the drive, and for a wild moment I thought I’d run out and go. Then I realized Blue, and I hadn’t finished our morning breakfast routine and decided to cancel out.
It turned out that I couldn’t keep a will call active for later to get the van to come to pick me up at the center should I go on the mass transit which I did indeed do. So, feeling a bit frazzled and frustrated I decided to keep the morning moving as normal and shoot for the bus stop at 9.
At fifteen till I saw it was only 29 degrees out with a stiff breeze. I decided no center was worth standing on the corner waiting from five of nine till probably fifteen after freezing. So, I texted my friend Linda and let her know I was coming but would be a little later than I thought.
Blue and I managed to bounce in just before eleven and his work was spot on.
When we left to go home it turned out the bus had already been by when we arrived at the shelter. The sun was warm, and I had a Dice world game going so settled onto the bench with Blue at my feet and played a few rounds.
Finally, the bus came, and we boarded with no issue. We rode to the station, went in, bought a pass, came back out, caught our bus, and went on our way.
The seating was messed up both going out and coming home due to the bus we were on having two wheelchair riders in front.
I remember the good old days when KATS drivers were instructed to let the station know when they had two on board and another disabled rider with a special need as well. A van was sent to pick up the passenger at the stop waiting.
I don’t know what the bloody hell happened to that, but I hope whatever city leader dreamed that.
up has the engine in their car go dead in the coldest days of winter and they have no other way to get anywhere but the bus.
Let just one of them do this my way with no announce bus stops when the bus stops somewhere and you’ve no idea where you are or whether it’s your time to get off transfer or whatever.
Let them do it with a big dog cramped up at their feet with nowhere to lay even remotely comfortably. The drivers by and large are clueless when it comes to working with blind people but through it all my big Blue boy stood firm, did his job, and puffed his disgust from the depth of his nose.
I enjoyed the freedom of being able to use the bus, lacking though it can be. It beats walking and I can hope I either manage to get to and from where I want to go without too much trouble between now and when we finally are blessed to move or until someone within the city gets the quark out and allows some real training for their drivers by someone who knows how not someone reading off a webpage thinking they know how.
I did have a lovely visit at the senior center even though my creative juices didn’t seem to be flowing.
When we go back after next Monday’s holiday off, I hope to do some slab art use some molds and make some bowls.
It occurred to me that I could use a few.
For now, blue is snoozing.
Emails I’m perusing.
And all is right in our world.
About Patty L. Fletcher
Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. She is Also a Social Media Marketing Assistant.
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About Chief Seeing Eye® Dog Blue…
About Chief Seeing Eye® Dog Blue Fletcher…
Chief Seeing Eye® Dog Blue was born in Chester New Jersey, October 4, 2018.
After only 8 short weeks, he was taken from his dog mother and given to a puppy raiser family, where he would live and train for the next year.
When the year was over and he’d passed all his tests with flying colors, he went to live at The Seeing Eye® Guide Dog School and there he began to learn the rest of what he must know to become a Seeing Eye® Guide.
After a few months of arduous training, he was matched with his human mother as her second guide.
Now, he lives in the mountainous land of Kingsport Tennessee where whether working in harness guiding his mother safely from place to place or playing with his beloved Kong Wubba he is always on the case.