Balsa looks so grown up - not like a puppy anymore
Sunday, February 19, 2012
That evening Dad declared that today was "Balsa Day". He said it means all restrictions were off for the rest of the day. We went to the park across the street from the motel and played catch, I got extra treats to eat. And I even got to sleep on the bed with mom and dad. A very strict no, no for CCI rules. Mom said that this will probably be the one bad habit I will remember forever. Dad said "so what - it's Balsa Day" I was so exhausted that evening. I slept right in the middle between mom and dad all night. It felt so good and comforting. Mom kept waking up and petting me every couple of hours all night long.
When we lined up for our professional photos, I got to see my litter mate, (my sister Brisbane). She looks just like our mother. She was raised in Las Vegas. And she is a lot smaller than me. I gave her a kiss on the muzzle for good luck and told her that I would catch up with her in the puppy playground in the next couple of days. After the ceremony we drove back to CCI and mom and dad said their goodbyes. Mom was so sad, I think dad was a little sad too. As I was walking down the hall, I tried so hard not to look back, but just as I was turning the corner I took a quick peek back at mom. She was crying real hard and that broke my heart. But I remember the 4 rules that she told me:
1.) remember my commands, (I'll need them the rest of my life)
2.) remember my manners, (no one likes a bad mannered puppy)
3.) remember I was born for a special job, (I'm a CCI puppy, born for this purpose)
4.) always remember that mom loves me, and she will always be my mom
This will be the last posting from me for a long, long time. They told me that I am not allowed to use the computer anymore. But mom has promised that if she gets any pictures or reports from me she will post them to let everyone know how I am doing. Wish me luck, as I head out on this next chapter of my journey.
Posted by Barb at 6:41 PM
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go. I'm standing here beside the door. The dawn is breaking, it's early morn. Dad's in the car, he's honking the horn. Already mom's so lonesome, she could cry. So kiss me quick and smile for me, tell me that your proud of me. Tell me that I'll pass the class with ease. Oh mom - I hate to leave. There's so many times, I let you down, so many times I played around. I tell you now - I was just being a goofy pup. Every place I go, I'll think of you. Every face I see, I'll see you. Every ball I catch, I'll think of you and dad. So pat me on the head and tell me that your proud of me. Tell me that you'll remember me. Tell me that our bond won't ever break. Cause I'm leaving for CCI, going off to help someone. Going out to show them I can pull the wheelchair. Now the time has come to leave you. One more time, let me kiss you. Then close your eyes and I'll be on my way. Dream about the days to come, when I wear the blue cape. About the days that I will help someone. So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that your proud of me. Tell that you won't forget me. Tell me that our bond won't ever break. Cause I'm leaving for CCI, and I won't ever be back again. Oh mom, I have to go.
(our apologies to John Denver for the liberties we took with his song)
Posted by Barb at 7:34 PM
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Look what Dad and I got for Mom - do you know what it is? It's a crying hankie stamped with my CCI Matriculation date on it, so that mom will always remember me and this important date. Dad and I have been talking about how upset mom has been about my leaving for college and how she's going to be crying when I leave home. So we bought her one to use during the ceremony. Pretty cool - huh. Here is a picture of it.
Just wanted to share it with everyone. Until next time - remember your commands, and "don't lick".
Posted by Barb at 5:25 PM
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
1.) Always remember my commands - they are so important for the rest of my life
2.) Always remember my manners - people don't like ill mannered doggies
3.) Always remember I have a very important mission ahead as a CCI dog for someone special - I was born for this important mission
4.) Always remember that she will always love me no matter what, and she will always be my mom - she always gets teary eyed and starts to cry when she tells me this rule, and it makes me a little sad to see her start to cry.
Well - only 13 more days till we hit the road and start out for California. I will try to post some photos of our trip and let you know what the college looks like before mom and dad have to say their goodbyes at the dorm rooms. I know mom's gonna' have a rough time, but I'll sneak in a couple of good licks to cheer her up, and then she'll say what she always says "don't lick !!"... and dad will laugh.
Until next post, don't lick and keep your tails wagging high and proudly.
Posted by Barb at 10:37 AM
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
I went to the vet on December 27th, for my annual shots, annual checkup, and monthly weigh in. I now weigh 77.8 lbs. The vet said that for a "pet", I was a good weight, but for a service dog I need to lose a few pounds before turn in date. So he told mom to cut my food portions by 1/4th. Can you imagine THAT !! 1/4 LESS FOOD !! Boy am I ever hungry, ALL THE TIME. I went from 4 cups of food to 3 cups of food per day. Did I mention that I am HUNGRY !! But I must admit I am already starting to look very slim already. Those boy dogs at college will be wolf whistling at me when I walk by, (what ever that means - that what mom says). By the way - did I tell you that I am always HUNGRY !! Mom told dad that if they cut their food by 1/4 they would be hungry all the time also. Boy, the things a dog has to do for the betterment of mankind.
Well, our household is now counting down the days. We are driving to California and mom sometimes gets a little teary eyed about the upcoming turn in. I just look her in the eyes for a few moments and then when she least suspects it - I give her a quick lick. I know I'm not supposed to lick, but I can't help myself.
Until next post, wag those tails, watch where you step, and don't lick!
Posted by Barb at 3:31 PM