What does your dog do when it encounters a sprinkler? It probably doesn’t matter much to you, unless you have a seeing eye dog and you are intent on getting somewhere.
My dog and I try and walk at least a half mile a day. We take different routes each day and some special routes on weekends.
I know grass and plants need water on these hot summer days in St. Louis, but to my dog, sprinklers are a dog’s worst friend. We’ve passed around 6 of them in the past three weeks on our walks. I always know we are coming to one because Thelma stops in her tracks. Try as I might, she won’t budge. No, I take that back. The first time we met this moving creature we walked right into its circular path and got soaked. That did it for Thelma. The next time, she hastily turned around and we headed back home. Our hike that day turned out to be almost twice as long just to avoid the spraying menace.
So I started taking treats with me to help. But she was resolute and just would not walk through them, even though a little water would feel great on a 90 degree day. So with my commands we’d go carefully out into the street, walk along the curb until the sprinkler was behind us. I kept giving her commands directing her until she was back on the sidewalk. Then we’d continue our walk joyfully as if nothing unusual had happened.
A yellow lab not liking water? Well, you never know what’s in the mind of a dog. But together we can navigate as a team to accomplish our mission. And I am glad that when Thelma sensed danger she wanted to protect both of us from it. And isn’t that why I’ve chosen to have a dog rather than just use a white cane? Another adventure with my four-footed friend.
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As our praise team was practicing patriotic songs for this Sunday’s service, I reflected on the powerful words of God Bless America:
“God bless America, land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with the light from above
From the mountains to the prairies
To the oceans white with foam
God bless America, my home sweet home
God bless America, my home sweet home”
Even in the midst of so much turmoil, we need to remember to thank the Lord for those who went before us and sacrificed, to pave the way for the freedoms we have today. We pray that today’s leaders would not make decisions based on their own gain, but for our country’s good.
In this picture are two dogs who love to play together. They are very special dogs, Annette and I are both blind, and Thelma and Gazelle are our service dogs.
Annette and I live not too far from each other, so we get together when we can to let our dogs play. Recently, we decided to take our dogs on a long walk in our neighborhood. We walked around our neighborhood, Thelma and I leading the way, warning our friends about low hanging branches, changes in sidewalk elevation, or street corners ahead.
Both Annette and I each depend on our dogs daily to get us where we need to go. Maybe a trip to the grocery store, YMCA or gym or to work. Since neither of us drive, we might need to take public transportation, Lyft or Uber. Thelma, my dog, lies quietly on the stage as I lead praise and worship at church, or if I’m speaking or training somewhere. Both of us try to walk with our dogs at least a half mile or more in our own neighborhoods daily to keep them sharp and learning new routes. It keeps us fit, too.
In the spring, we often encounter low-hanging tree limbs. You might love them hanging low over the public sidewalk in front of your home, but when you can’t see them coming, it is truly an annoyance, especially after a rain storm. You see, our dogs are used to looking out for us on the ground. They make sure they stop at elevation changes in the sidewalks, or at street corners. Reminding them to look overhead for those branches and overgrown evergreen ferns is something we must retrain them on every spring.
Lastly, our dogs are great companions. You know, there’s nothing like a dog cheerfully saying “good morning.” It reminds us that it’s another fresh, new day that the Lord has given us, full of adventures. Since my husband works away from home, even in the pandemic, my dog Thelma is my little buddy who encourages me to take breaks, hikes, and times to play fetch. Annette works from home too and I know Gazelle helps remember that “dog time” must also be built into her day.
Please pray for safety for those of us who depend on our service dogs, and remember to give your dog that extra love and attention they need.
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Today is the first Monday I am going to try to blog. I intend to also post two of my radio shows weekly too that aired recently on KSIV, AM1320 FM95.9 in the greater St. Louis area. So many wonderful stories out there to cover. By subscribing at my web site, judyredlich.com, you can get an email notice each time something new arrives on my website.
Today is Memorial Day. We commemorate those that serve and have served us in the Armed Forces. Let’s also include those who are first responders serving on the front lines to keep us safe.
My Dad was a Sergeant in the U.S. Army in World War II. He received a purple heart for his bravery and quick thinking to protect others in his charge. Think a moment about those you know who either served, or serve today and let’s thank the Lord for them.
This week I will be posting two shows featuring heros in the military. Watch for them. Check them out and share with others.
Another aside about Memorial Day… Prior to 1971, my Birthday, May 30, always fell on Memorial Day. Friends at school were always envious because I was always off on my Birthday. It made me feel so honored to be born on such a special day. But in 1971, Congress passed the Uniform Monday Holiday Act, designating Memorial Day as the last Monday in May.
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For Christmas most years, we’ve been choosing names among the five of us adults in our family. We give one nice gift to the person whose name we drew and a small give to each of the others.
This past Christmas my son, David, had my name. On Christmas day he informed me my gift would be coming later.
About a month and a half ago, he asked me to keep March 1st open. I put it on my calendar and expected we would get together and he might help me enhance my web site, or some other projects around the house. March 1 arrived, a beautiful Sunny day in St. Louis. After church he picked me up and we drove about 15 minutes. Then he parked his truck and we went inside. I thought we were eating lunch somewhere. We were greeted cheerfully by the hostess and ushered into a room with a long counter and other voices greeted us. We each were handed a name tag and an apron. What was this all about, I wondered. After thanking us for coming, our instructor said “today we will be making these recipes.” She handed out a packet and asked us all to wash our hands.
Wow! A cooking class! I had never been to one before and it was so much fun. My son enjoys cooking, too, and when he lived at home, we did a lot of cooking together.
This was my Christmas surprise. We stood side by side and not only learned a lot, but carried out tasks needed to complete the meal. All 12 of us worked together with the instructor to create the casseroles and desserts. When I needed a visual, either David or the instructor let me hold or showed me the technique. When she explained how to get the papery outside off a clove of garlic, she let me borrow her cleaver to try the technique myself. My job became to remove the outside of the clove, and chop it finely for one of the recipes. I got plenty of practice as there were quite a few cloves for me to prepare. David and I also cleaned and prepared mushrooms for one of the recipes. Did you know that you aren’t supposed to wash a mushroom? Instead wipe it clean with a paper towel. That’s because mushrooms are porous and adsorb water like a sponge?
An hour and a half later, we all sat down to our scrumptious meal and enjoyed every bite. Since I could not read the paper copy of recipes, I asked for them electronically. By the time I got home, they were in my email.
What a fun afternoon, and unexpected belated Christmas surprise. Too bad my husband had to settle instead for left over spaghetti and home made meatballs for supper.
For the past ten years I’ve been on staff with Joni and Friends, an international ministry founded by Joni Eareckson Tada. It has been amazing to get to know Joni and hear her vision for reaching those with disabilities with the message of hope that Christ offers. Recently, Joni featured my seeing eye dog, Thelma, and I on her daily radio show. She shared a bit of our story and we were so honored to hear it.
Take a listen on her blog! Or, if you’d like to read more adventures that Thelma and I have had, check out my blog. I will continue to write, as having a dog as my constant companion always brings unexpected surprises!
Now that we are home, learning our neighborhood is very important. My first seeing-eye dog, Velda, passed away two-and-a-half years before I got Thelma, so learning the neighborhood together with Thelma is a new adventure for both of us.
It was a sultry Saturday afternoon. We decided to start learning my route to work. This is a 16-block route, and there are some interesting irregularities on it. We walked down our street, turned right and crossed the corner. Thelma saw the wide expanse of a concrete patio in front of a store and, understandably, treated the whole thing like a sidewalk. Since I didn’t actually want to go into this particular store, I had to show her where I wanted to end up after crossing the street. So we went back across the street and repeated the process, reinforcing to her where the real sidewalk was.
My husband, Ray walked a few feet behind my right shoulder and alerted me to anything he thought I should beware of, such as cracks in the sidewalk caused by a root; construction; lime bikes, etc. Thelma skirted around most of these obstacles or took me past them without difficulty.
A few times I had to stop, show her the obstacle and praise her for seeing it, then take a few steps back and have her walk past it again to reinforce the learning. Then we encountered construction, and it seemed we might need to cross the street to avoid it. After traveling about eight blocks, we decided not to walk to my new office, but instead to turn left and walk to our friends’ house. They were working in their yard when we got there.
We talked for a while and then started the trek home. About three blocks from our house, the rain came and so did the thunder and lightning. Thelma just kept walking without a hitch, and I picked up my pace beside her. Ray almost had to run to keep up with us! When we finally arrived home, we were drenched… but we were safe.
I was glad to know that my dog wasn’t afraid of a little rainstorm. Thelma had already proven that several times in the short time we’d know each other. This was actually the sixth downpour we had traveled through together since our training began three weeks earlier.
We all dried off as best as we could, got a refreshing drink of water, and continued our day. I realized I was truly beginning to trust this four-footed friend of mine more and more. Most of all, though, I trusted in the Lord to keep us safe during our adventures as we learned more about each other’s traveling habits. And I did forget to thank the Lord for my faithful husband, who also invested time in this training.
After that eventful walk, Thelma and I had grown closer together and came away another fun adventure to share with our friends.
Judy⠠⠚⠥⠙⠽ and Thelma ?
Hello again from The Seeing Eye in Morristown, New Jersey!
After just a few hours sleep, I was awakened by my alarm at 3:00 a.m. This would be the last time I would roll out of bed here at the Seeing Eye School in Morristown, N.J. My Labrador retriever Thelma and I were to leave for the airport with our instructor at 4:30 a.m. Last night we said our goodbyes to staff and classmates. We packed carefully, because we were leaving with more items than we arrived with almost three weeks earlier. Three weeks… I’ve learned so much in that short amount of time, so many memories, met so many new friends, and renewed relationships with instructors who were here when I got my first seeing eye dog, Velda, 12 years ago…
As we drove to the airport, my instructor discussed some airport basics. Because Velda, my first dog, and I had flown at least 25 times together, I already knew the drill. Due to some new airport regulations, however, Thelma and I couldn’t check in at the kiosk. We had to stand in line for personal assistance. Then at security, the agent had to find someone who wasn’t afraid of dogs. Despite these delays, we arrived at my gate in plenty of time.
Persons with disabilities usually are the first to board an aircraft, so Thelma and I proudly followed the airline worker into the jet. After putting our items in the overhead bin, Thelma and I settled in our seat next to the window. I scooted her under the seat in front of me feet-first, so her head was facing me. She shinnied in like a little hot-dog. To avoid discomfort when the airplane took off, I gave Thelma a treat. When we were about to land, I gave her another treat.
During the flight, I had a lively conversation with an evangelist. He had just returned from Africa. It was interesting that he had a disabled son, so he was eager to learn about Joni and Friends.
When we arrived in St. Louis, the customer assistance personnel escorted me to the baggage claim carousel, where we retrieved our luggage. Soon, my husband Ray arrived to welcome us back to hot, muggy St. Louis. Here we would begin a new adventure, learning my home city together. A new dog for me, a new city for her, and a new office for both of us.
That evening, with Ray behind my right shoulder describing objects coming up, the three of us explored a good portion of our neighborhood. Thelma and I certainly had our work cut out for us. It would be no easy task, learning the streets in a ten by ten block area. Learning together how to conquer low-hanging tree limbs, uneven sidewalks, construction and dog distractions. Our neighborhood has them all.
The learning curve would be huge, but we were ready. My wonderful husband and son were ready, too, to help us learn our surroundings. They agreed to kick in as travel assistants.
In the coming weeks we had many exciting challenges ahead of us. Wait till you read about one in our next adventure!
Judy⠠⠚⠥⠙⠽ and Thelma ?
Hello again from The Seeing Eye in Morristown, New Jersey!
If you are a dog owner, you know that dogs are a big responsibility.
Learning how to take care of a dog’s basic needs is so important. Feeding it just the right amount of healthy dog food, giving it lots of fresh water, and providing it with sufficient exercise helps maintain the dog’s weight, keeps it a happy dog and makes you a happy owner.
For those of us who have working dogs, continuous training and challenge strengthens our team trust. One of the first things my Labrador retriever, Thelma, and I learned was the importance of practicing daily obedience. Just as the Lord desires us to daily feast on His Word, pray and praise Him, so is it important to teach obedience daily with your dog. This keeps its mind sharp and its basic skills active.
Each of us with our dog are encouraged to perform three obedience drills three times each day: come-sit; sit-down; and sit-rest. Grooming the dog’s coat daily keeps its skin oils flowing, its fur shiny and odor free, and eliminates the need for regular bathing. We also work with the dog to establish times for elimination so it will get on a schedule. If something changes in the dog’s pattern, the owner can catch it right away and handle the problem accordingly.
I’m happy Thelma doesn’t mind having her teeth wiped daily with dental wipes. When my classmates and I were taught how to get our dogs to take a pill, she didn’t fight me on that, either.
Our class had lectures on various topics almost daily. Here are a few of the them: the importance of obedience; dog care basics; grooming; tips from the veterinarian; food and appropriate toys; traffic safety; the dog’s senses and how it perceives things; how to travel on an airplane; dog attacks (WHAT ARE DOG ATTACKS?!); going home; and tips for a smooth transition. We also discussed advocacy and our rights as guide dog handlers. We even learned about pet insurance.
One morning, one of my classmates, Shelby, and I went with our instructor to the park to look at the Morris Franck and Buddy sculpture. Morris Franck was the courageous blind insurance salesman who started the Seeing Eye school. Next year, the school celebrates its 90th year of providing seeing eye dogs to blind persons. As I stood in front of the statue, I thanked the Lord for this man’s tenacity and perseverance. I thought of the thousands like me who had been served by the school because of his persistence.
Twenty of us with our dogs walked to the ice cream shop to have a treat together. It was a celebration of our hard work during the past two and a half weeks. Some dog teams were faster than others, but all made it to the store, went inside and sat down in their places. No dogs barked, no dogs stole any ice cream cones and all enjoyed the fellowship during our last afternoon together. And, as was customary for so many of our adventures, it rained the entire time.
We were wet walking to the shop but dried off a bit inside as we ate our delectable treats. It felt like we flew home through that pouring rain, showing how much we’d all grown to trust our canine teammates. Were we ever glad to dry off when we got inside. All of us anticipated with excitement our trips home to reunite with our families. We knew leaving the Seeing Eye meant we’d have to start from scratch acclimating our new canine friends to their new permanent homes, but Thelma and I were up to the challenge!
You’ll hear from us again soon.
Judy⠠⠚⠥⠙⠽ and Thelma ?