Brenda, my fourth guide, Dorian, was a real teacher's pet and magical creature to myself and others. I am now with dog five, Gretch, who is becoming a fine guide in her own right. I thought I had seriously peaked with Dorian, but the Gretchy is now seriously holding her own. So don't give up hope. As to your other question about retirement, unless they have died, I have kept all my retired guides without any serious difficulties. I have been fortunate to never have had to give any of them up, but I have also gone to great lengths a time or two to make sure it could work out this way. Sheila Styron, President Guide Dog Users, Inc. 816-363-3172 sheilastyron@xxxxxxxxxxxxx -----Original Message----- From: vi-clicker-trainers-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx [mailto:vi-clicker-trainers-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Brenda-Ann Gillis Sent: Friday, April 20, 2007 8:40 AM To: Blind Clicker Subject: (VICT) Dream Breed Thanks to all who provided more info about what they have on duty out there. Yes, I did get the "dream dog" and what I described is my Ivy girl. Although she is a lab, she has never scavanged or taken food from anyone but me while working. In fact, this dog can lay on the floor at McDonalds with a french fry at her nose and not touch it. Ivy is a terrific Frisbee player and loves the game so much it is difficult to convince her that she is getting tired. I have done a lot of advocacy work and we have traveled the Nation safely and efficiently. At speaking engagements with small children, I demonstrate her abilities and she is extremely focused on the task at hand. After the flawless demonstration, I take her out of harness and she dives into the group of children wagging and kissing. She even seems to know if a child is fearful of dogs and has been known to approach that child ever so slowly on her belly in a crawl -- gentle and coaxing -- this is usually the kid who falls madly in love with my dog. Ivy also can't be bothered with my praise while working either, but when we get home she grabs a Frisbee and clearly communicates that its her time now. A week ago my Grandmother fell while the family was outside and Ivy laid in her lap so she couldn't get up until someone was there to assist her. Now you all know why I just want to clone this dog! Unfortunately, Ivy is now eleven. She is still safe in the field, but I am beginning to notice more sniffing, a slower pace, signs of nervousness on busy streets and a greater degree of "socializing" during coffee hour at church. In preparing for Ivy's retirement, I have been working with our puppy-raiser who Ivy adores and is well-versed in clicker training. We started by teaching Ivy to file her own nails -- scratching on a piece of plywood covered with non-skid sand paper stuff. It was extremely slow going at first as she was never asked to offer a behavior before. We hit a tremendous block in the beginning with Ivy frustrated because I would not tell her what I wanted her to do. In time she began offering everything she did know, but scratching the board or any proximity thereof was not in the bag of tricks. We stuck with it and I was so excited I could burst when she finally got it. Now we are starting to shape other behaviors and having a great deal of fun. It is my hope that by giving Ivy a new role in my life that the process of retiring will be easier for her. In fact, if this works for us I have to wonder if it isn't something schools should consider teaching those ggrads that are beginning to consider re-tredding. I have to ask how many blind people would be able to keep their guides after retirement as pets if a method could be developed that made life with the new guide more tolerable for the retiree. Thanks again for listening to me brag. It is scary for me to imagine my life without Ivy in the harness. I also know I need to begin thinking about it now so that when Ivy tells me its time, I'll have a plan in place. In my heart I know that my next dog won't be Ivy and she will just have to hold that special corner of my soul -- the one and only one that blesses you completely. Who knows though maybe I will get lucky twice -- God does look after fools, drunks and blind people. VBG Respectfully, Brenda