Monthiversaries Are Dumb

I waited for what seemed like hours. I sat on the bed, then stood up to pace, sat back down…

I kept replaying the words that one of the instructors said to me about 20 minutes prior.

“Gabriella, you have Freesia, a female black lab.”

That was all I knew. Our instructor went around the room and said the name, gender and breed of the guide that each student would be receiving. She had a beautiful name for what I would soon come to know, a beautiful dog.

They told us to go to our rooms and wait for our instructor to bring our dog to us. I waited. And I waited. And I waited some more. I couldn’t breathe with the anxiety and excitement. I couldn’t sit. I couldn’t stand. I walked around the room adjusting things that were perfectly fine. I picked up my phone, as if I could google my new dog into my room. I put down the phone because, for once in my life, I didn’t have a use for it.

“ it’s 1:45, and I got to my room at 1:10. What’s taking so long? Did she die? I came all this way and I’m not getting a guide dog. No way! I’m being ridiculous. Of course she didn’t die. Maybe she’s just sad to leave her friends. I bet their going to come with my dog last because I’m the youngest and seniority rules or something…”

There was a knock at my door and I practically walked through it to get to my Freesia.

My instructor had me sit down and she brought Freesia to me. She was so small for a lab. She was so excited. She loved me for a minute and walked back to her familiar person, my instructor. She told me that Freesia weighed 49 pounds and was 19 inches, and that her birthday was on October 27; all of which I committed to memory. After that, she left Freesia and I alone to get to know each other.

I remember the day like it was yesterday, so it’s hard to believe that it happened 6 months and 5 days ago. Most people can’t remember the exact moment they met their best friend, but I remember. I remember how she licked me, and how she put her head in my lap. I remember the fear I felt as I put her harness on for the first time. I remember the confidence I felt from her. I remember picking up her harness handle, standing by her shoulders and  saying forward. I remember when we took our first steps together as a team. I will never forget the feeling of complete happiness. I had never known such freedom, such complete and total freedom. She was going to give me more independence and confidence than I had ever known. She and I would take on the world together, one day at a time.

Most people can’t remember the exact moment they realized their best friend was their best friend, but I can’t imagine how I could ever forget.

I hate meaningless anniversaries. Monthiversaries are the worst things ever. That’s why I’m posting this 5 days after the fact, because blog posts, and Facebook posts, and Instagram pictures don’t define our relationship.


Freesia takes on crazy


My life has been crazy lately. Hey Girl and I got to be on TV, and not only that, it was on my birthday. I always new I had the face for the camera. They don’t even need to worry about getting my good side because all my sides are great. I think that’s why they took so many pictures of me. All I kept telling myself was, ‘Wags and puppy eyes Freesia; wags and puppy eyes.’

That day made me tired because I had to be on 3 different TV’s, plus I still had to take Gabriella to class. They sang happy birthday to me in Solfege, and again with human English words in music therapy. I felt special. Hey Girl even gave me a treat and some peanut butter.

I just love peanut butter. Hey Girl is so lucky I don’t have thumbs, because if I did, it’d be bye bye peanut butter sandwiches for her.

I also recently got gum stuck to my paw. It felt so gross when I walked, and Gabriella didn’t even notice until we got home. There was so much, and it was not a good fashion statement at all, so that was embarrassing. Hey girl picked some off and I let her, but after a while, it started to not feel good so I growled a little and walked away. After that, she put peanut butter on my gum paw. But I don’t know why she did this, she just told me it would help. It was mean because I didn’t know she put it on my foot, but I could smell it all around me. I wanted to find and eat it so bad, so I started running in circles. No matter where I went, I just kept smelling the peanut butter. Hey girl tapped my foot a few times, but I just thought she was going to hurt my paw again, so I walked away. Finally I got tired of chasing myself, went  on my bed, and realized the smell was coming from my paw. It was the best!

It’s been so cold lately. I’m not used to this kind of weather and I don’t like it at all. My friends keep talking about something called snow, but something tells me I don’t want to know what that is, unless it’s food. I love food! But if it’s something that makes my hair wet, like rain, I won’t be happy.

I like being happy. My favorite thing is when Gabriella, some of my friends and I go into the dorm hallway to play. They close the door at the end and I get to run. I run up and down the hall for a long time because it’s so much fun. Other people probably think I’m crazy for running fast all over the place, but they mostly just think I’m cute, because I am. And when it’s all over, and me and my people are tired, I lay down and sleep, because it’s hard work to be a guide dog named Freesia.

Guide Dogs Vs. Seeing Eye Dogs

There is a difference between a guide dog and a Seeing Eye Dog.

Ever since I learned about this, I’ve been noticing more that people often make this common mistake. Guide dogs and Seeing Eye dogs have the same response in popular society. Both are dogs that assist the blind. However, they are quite different.

The school that I got Freesia from is called Guide Dogs for the Blind, and dogs from this school are known as guide dogs.There is another school called The Seeing Eye, and dogs from that school are called seeing eye dogs.  This is the only school for which this is true. Dogs from all other registered schools are properly called guide dogs. The Seeing Eye is a brand, therefore, only dogs from that school can be called Seeing Eye dogs. This means that all Seeing Eye dogs are guide dogs, but all guide dogs are not Seeing Eye dogs. I hope that didn’t confuse you. Just remember, if, and only if, a guide dog comes from The Seeing Eye In new Jersey, it can be called a Seeing Eye Dog. If it comes from any other school, the only proper name for it is a guide dog.

Every day this month I will be posting something for Blindness Awareness Month. Feel free to ask any questions you may have about blindness or the particular roles it plays in my life.

Curiosity killed the cat, not the human.

I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant?

I never really thought of myself as the mom type. I like kids well enough, but only because they belong to other people. I can always give them back when I’m done. I don’t like awkward baby talk, and I find it weird when moms talk for there babies when people compliment them.

“Oh, your baby is so cute!”

“Say, ‘I know I am’”

I’m sorry, but your baby is 5 months old, so the odds of them saying, “I know I am,” are very small.

Oh wait, did you think I was pregnant?

I’m not. But I feel like I have a baby. Sorry to anyone I may have disappointed.

I got Freesia, my guide dog, with the knowledge that she would keep me safe. That I would feed her, and love her, and play with her, but I did not know this would feel like having a baby.

At least once a day, I get the same 3 questions.

“Boy or girl?”

“How old?”

“What’s her name?”




I’ve answered these questions so many times that I’m on autopilot. Once someone asked what my name was, and I responded, “She’s a girl and her name’s Freesia.”

Just this week, I started talking for Freesia. Someone says, “Bye Freesia,” and I say, “Say byeee.”

In my defense, it feels rude to ignore someone when they say bye, and obviously Freesia’s not going to do it herself… I am an embarrassment. I talk to her constantly. I’m becoming everything I make fun of, and it needs to stop.

I didn’t know I was pregnant, and it’s probably because I wasn’t.

Freesia Takes on Recruitment

IMG_1379Recruitment week.

I’m tired. My tail is tired from wagging so much, my tongue is tired from licking all those people, and I stayed up passed my bedtime almost every night this week. I don’t know if I liked it or not. Sometimes I was really really bored, and I just wanted to go home and sleep in my bed. Other times I was so excited. I got so many pets, and I got to taste a lot of different hands and faces. Yummy!

Recruiting new sisters is so rough. Get it? Because you silly humans think that us dogs say rough. If only you knew.

Anyway, it was hard. I could really use a glass of wine and a new bone right now. Something tells me I won’t be getting that wine anytime soon though. Maybe if I give one of my sisters puppy dog eyes. Gets them every time. For some reason it doesn’t work on Gabriella; I’m still trying to figure that one out.

Hey Girl and some sisters dressed me up for bid day today. Clothes are dumb and I can’t figure out why humans wear them. And I know I’m cute, but I’m a guide dog, not a model. Gabriella is so lucky I love her. Sometimes I can’t quite remember why. Just kidding…

Dear sisters of Phi Mu,

Thank you for letting me recruit with you. I did great so you’re welcome! No need to thank me. I worked my tail off.

Haha, get it! I’m hilarious.

But as I was saying, I need no recognition for my awesomeness, as I already recognize it myself. You women are pretty amazing too. 3 wags for Phi Mu! I love you all, even the ones who are allergic to me. Keep practicing love, honor, and truth. And I’ll practice love, honor, and woof.

I am killing it today!

Your favorite and beautiful sister,


Lint rolling my life

Have you ever lint rolled your rug before?

I have.

Freesia sheds like no other. I try to vacuum my dorm room, but it’s just a mini vacuum so it barely makes a dent. It probably doesn’t help that I got it for $17 on Amazon. Don’t get me wrong Amazon, you still hold a very special place in my heart, but the vacuum does not.

Freesia used to be a little afraid of my baby vacuum. When I’d get a few feet from her bed, she’d get up and walk to the other side of the room. Now she just stays in bed and looks at me. She always wags her tail when I finish though. I think she’s finally learned to accept baby vacuum into the family, which is very important for our relationship. Wait, what? I’m not sure what that sentence is supposed to mean, but I’ll just leave it, and you can make of it what you will.

Let’s also acknowledge that I lint rolled her bed as well. I’m going to be honest, it really didn’t accomplish much. Maybe I’m just obsessed with lint rolling, who knows.

I have a swiffer. I got it last year because I was way too lazy to actually sweep like my ancestors, and my mom,  with a broom. Why sweep things in to a pile and pick it up with a pan thingy, when you can just push a thing around the room that just gathers it all up for you? Let me tell you why. Dog Hair. Just like my (not so) trusty vacuum, the swiffer pads do nothing. I see one of those stone age brooms in my future. Or I could always try to lint roll the floor… Nah, that’d probably be weird. Come to think of it, this whole post is pretty weird. No ragrets; not even a letter.

Freesia Goes to College

Move in day

Move in day

I know, I’ve been MIA for the passed few weeks. Life has been a little crazy and I had no idea what to write about. Thankfully, my girl Freesia has offered to help me out and write a post.


WOW! College is the best thing ever. It’s basically a place full of humans who all want to pet me! My human pets me all the time, but it’s just not the same as being pet by a brand new friend. Sometimes my human-I think her name is Gabriella, or maybe it’s Hey Girl,-won’t let friends pet me and it makes me sad. I have to work when my harness is on, and when people start petting me, I sometimes forget to remember that I’m working; I think that makes Hey Girl sad.

I love working. one time, my human didn’t work me for a week because it was very rainy. I don’t like getting wet, and I don’t think Gabriella likes the rain much either. Not working for a few days made me feel pretty bummed though.She works me every day in college. there are a lot of days when I have to work for a long time, and I start to get super tired, and I just want to go home and play.

I like playing too. It’s hard to play in my room because it’s a lot smaller than my old house. I love when my human takes me outside to play with other humans. Sometimes one of my human friends throws my toy and says, “Go get it Freesia.”

I don’t understand this game. Why do they want me to go get the toy? You threw it; go get it yourself. But whatever. I try to help them find it by walking to where it landed, but it is not my job to pick it up. If they want it back so badly, they can get it themselves. They better get it because that’s my toy, and I’m not about to lose it. Once the humans stop throwing my belongings, I like to run around, because running  is my favorite game. I like to check on Gabriella every time I finish a lap. I wouldn’t want her to leave without telling me.

I don’t get to play all day like normal dogs. That’s because I am special. Other dogs come up to me when I’m working, but I tell them I’m busy. Well… sometimes they REALLY want to play, and I get a little distracted.

I also get a little distracted by food. I’m pretty sneaky. Sometimes I pick up food and eat it before Hey Girl even gets a chance to say, “Freesia! Drop it!” But she must be pretty sneaky too, because mostly she catches me before I can eat things.

I have to go for now because I’m incredibly tired. Today was extremely hot and I’m trying to enjoy the indoors. I would wag my tail in farewell, but I’m just so exhausted. If you come close enough though, I may lick your hand, in case there’s something good on it.