Beautiful. Sniffle, snuffle. Where's my Kleenex? /smile/ Tami Smith-Kinney -----Original Message----- From: vi-clicker-trainers-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx [mailto:vi-clicker-trainers-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Karyn and Thane Sent: Friday, July 04, 2008 12:13 PM To: Vi-clicker Subject: (VICT) May I Have This Dance? May I have this dance? I can work this job Youth on my side-- spunky yet agile I halt in perfection saluting steel on wheels Differences of style not mistakes unique attributes of me I zag where he zigged sway as a boat on calm seas try to pace traffic just my immaturity Sharp head turns left watch that cup tossed aside cart blocks the way hedge protruding a twig or a branch oh my-- construction ahead Whoa! Hard Halt! Pardon-- that speedsters way fast! Sirens approach Hard Halt, quick sit as 9-1-1 I instruct Each outing new as a competitive course head turns slightly be it right be it left directional cues the path I must choose Each crossing High alert be they patient or rude no need to hurry your safety my concern Entrances a puzzle single door double door automatic buzz us in new challenges await Each turn of my head a distant world I relate Through eyes, ears, paws, tail every movement a cue in my role for you Girthed in harness or just fur my role as your guide as a nose nuzzling friend unconditional love a bond tightly formed time, training, and trust independence comes with each step Accept me, for me it's time for my chance give me this job I really can dance! by Karyn E LaGrange July 3, 2008