Ernie was ready to go to the disabled school when the car hit him.
They rang and asked if I could take him in as Geneive who is 14 with cerebal palsy hadn't been commmuncating. I explained if he is sore he may nip and wejust aren't right at the moment.
Thoughts of Erns peeing on wheel chairs and running amock or pulling me over. I am sorry.
. I decided to go for a few moments.
Ernie wasn't really friendly but well behaved until his collar broke. He took off lurching and running round. All the kids trying to yell, spur Ernie on and laugh at the same time. It was a circus. What isn't when Erns is involved.
When I went to leave all the kids had to say goodbye to "their mate". While they were patting him I heard Gen in her funny deep gurgly voice trying to call out the first words she has said in ages.
Errrrrrrr EEEEE... Errrrr eeeeeee . Errrrrr eeee.
AAaawwww...what a touching story
That's a great story Chris. Ernie definitely has a way about him, doesn't he?
Blackie and Ranger ...............................Reggie: 1996-2010 "Fly Reggie Fly"
Oh that is just wonderful. Ernie really brightened their day. ;D
"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went." author Will Rogers
Auggie 12/29/95 ~ 01/15/09
Good boy Ernie! 8)
Ernie you are a very special boy!
Wow-that choked me up. :'( I hope you can try again and maybe break through to this girl.
That's great and special!!
It brought back somewhat similar memories of an experience with my Bess.
With Bess, we lived near a pond we used daily which was also near to the children's hospital of The Menninger Foundation [TMF] (for mental health).
Bess was a natural as a therapy dog; she schmoozed and buttererd up every new person she met, children included.
Aides and small groups of children at that section of TMF used to walk on a path beside that pond that Bess and I used for retrieving her Training Dummies.
They'd stop and watch me send send Bess soaring through the air, hitting the water with a splash, and then obeying my mouth whistle calls to turn Right then Left, L, R, R , etc. (then I throw the TD) & then she retrieves it.
Sometimes the aides would let the children approach Bess and pet her or talk to her.
And some of those some times I'd let one of those children order Bess to "Go!" and race to the water.
In a memory I have similar to yours, one time "John" (about 15 y.o) stepped forward and wanted to do that with Bess.
He put her in a sit (hand signal) and then said "Fetch" (and gave the hand signal to leap into the water).
The aides were amazed. That was the first word he'd spoken in 2 years at TMF.
And that became a turning point -- from that time on he resumed speaking and rapidly improved.
A few years later, "John" was placed in a family for local (temporary) foster care while continuing his therapy with TMF. AND it happened to be a family with whom I had a fairly close relation through our mutual activity in sailing (and no influence in their decision to foster "John"). John was always quite affectionate to Bess when we met at the lake for sailing races.
Good memories of great Labs.
Puff [YF, AKC field line (from competing HT/FT breeder) 62 lbs, dob: 8-'01]
Bess [BF, AKC bench line (from competing show breeder) 55 lbs., 1967-1981] "Poor Bess, the Wonder Dog":
Ernie has a job.
really...I think this may be his calling.
Linda and Zoë, the Umlaut
Oh Ernie you have a way of bringing out the best in people.
He may be an imp but he is such a lovable imp.