Hi. In case anyone is new here, my name is Ushi and i’m taking over mums blog. I haven’t been on here in such a long time and heard about this awesome competition that I am allowed to enter. I’ll have to have words with mum as to why i am in the “Bad sports” catagory though.
So anyway as i told you, my name is Ushi. I am a 2 and 3 quarter year old Labrador retriever cross. My birthday is in February so i am nearly 3, but lets not be picky. I am mums guide dog. (Could i be entered into the “working stiffs” category instead?).
I don’t think i’m gonna get changed into “working stiffs” so i may as well explain why i’m a “Bad sport”.
I am quite a stubborn little girl when i want to be. If i don’t want to do something, i’m gonna make sure mum knows. Like for instance when mum first got me i was working fine but then after about a month, i decided to just stop one day. Just came to a total stop. Of course that got mum all worried in case she had done something wrong so she phoned our guide dog association and the instructors who taught us to work together told mum to be more positive. So i played along for a few days until i decided to do it again. She had to get someone else out from the association and again i worked for a few days after that. I was then evil and would hardly let mum take me out of the house. The manager for our team from the association said that i was just getting bored and that she just needed to be more firm with me. I didn’t like that so i was a good girl and didn’t stop…as much. Plus i heard her say that she would give me back and i certainly didn’t want that. If i do stop now there really isn’t much point because mum just tells me to “get on with it” and i don’t get told i’m a good girl.
If mum is getting ready to work me sometimes she just takes far too long so i have to go back to bed. I love my bed quite alot and would love to sleep all day. Mum always makes me work though. I do like working but can a girl not enjoy her beauty sleep too?
I’m really evil and sometimes like to play a game called “find the Ushi”. This is basically where once i’ve came in from my busies in the garden (that’s a ladylike term for going to the toilet, by the way), and mum goes to put my harness on, i’ll walk as quietly on our carpet as possible. She then goes to reach for me, and i’m not there. It’s really funny to do but i eventually get caught. Plus she could grab my tail which just wouldn’t be cool.
I’m not really a fan of water. Mum says i must have forgotten that i’m a lab lol. If it is raining, I will walk about two miles an hour to see if we’ll go home. We never do though unfortunately. One day i even tried to go behind mums legs but that just didn’t work either. But sometimes if i have to busy and it’s pouring, i’ll stiffen up so mum kind of has to push my bum until i move then she closes the door until i’ve gone. She doesn’t push hard in case you all think she is cruel.
Finally there is my whining at certain foods. When i am fed i have to wait until mum blows a whistle three times before i can eat. I wait a little longer though until she puts it away and sits down. If i am given a carrot, Dental stick, kong or dog chew, i have to whine just to make sure they won’t attack me. Once i am satisified i can eat whatever it happens to be, i’ll tuck in. Sometimes i think carrots are toys and just play with them. Oh and i will not touch unpeeled carrots and will run away if you give one to me.
I guess looking at all that i am a bit of a “bad sport”, but don’t let mum know i told you.
Thanks for reading! Ushi x.
Hey humans and woofy doggies. It’s Ushi again. I haven’t been on here for a while, but there is something I must tell you about!
Mums sister uses this big thing that roars when it gets turned on. It sucks up all my loose dog hair, and once it nearly tried to suck me up too. Mum says it’s called a “hoover”.
Every couple of days it comes out, and it is just so horrible! When it gets turned on, i press myself up against mums leg, which I love, since i get loads of pets. Today it was on, and i was going to go over to my bed where it couldn’t get me, but it came at me and towards my bed! I did a little jump and managed to knock over my water bowl! Mum wasn’t really too happy with me doing that though. I just couldn’t get away.
I tried to be brave and just thought that maybe it tried to suck me up because it got confused, but that never seems to work.
So i’m writing here to tell you that you all must beware of the hoover monster. I just got away by the skin of my teeth, but really i might not be so lucky next time. Mum tries to explain to me that it won’t get me, but i don’t believe her.
Have you got any tips on how to stop the evil hoover monster? And why does it need my hair?
I’m gonna sleep now but just thought i’d warn you all about this. Tips would be great! Thanks!
Hey gang! It’s Ushi again. Mum let me on the computer for a while.
First of all, before I tell you about what we’ve been up to, what is this snowy icey white stuff? It feels all cold and bouncey and when I sniff it and eat it it’s all cold and feels really fluffy. Plus sometimes it gets on me, but when i shake it goes away. It doesn’t leave my coat wet like the horrible rain. Do any of you know why it’s here? Will it be here for long?
Anyway i’m sure you’re all wondering what i’ve been up to….
Did I tell you about learning a new route? Well I think it was about a month ago. The instructor who works with my old mum came out to see us. I must tell you though about our adventure before we started learning the route….
Mum decided to work me before we would go out. She said just to “calm me down” or something like that. We were doing the route to the shop where I have to “find the counter”. It was really really wet and horrible and windy. On part of the route I decided to be a wee bit naughty and get just a teeny bit distracted, but not so much that Mum would notice. She kept going, and noticed that something didn’t feel right. She kept getting me to go back, and even told me to “find a kerb” to give me a destination, but I couldn’t find it! The only thing I could find was grass. Maybe getting distracted wasn’t such a good idea? Mum ended up calling her mum to come and get us. I couldn’t understand where she came from though! Anyway mum followed her voice, and then we got on our way.
Mum was a little worried though as the instructor was going to be coming out soon. We got back in time just as the instructor came.
Mum left me in the house while she went out with the instructor. She took my harness though, so I don’t know what she was up to.
When they came back, I got to come. I got in the instructors car, and got to sit between mums legs. I liked that.
We drove out to where I find the shop, and then mum put my harness on. The instructor followed behind, while I tried to guide mum who was directing me.
I guess she took the harness earlier to help her familiarise herself with the route so she could direct me.
We went into a shopping centre! It was really really busy so I didn’t have time to get distracted. I had to pay attention and guide mum past all the people and stuff. Then I had to help mum find the coffee shop. We did it a couple of times just to make sure that mum knew where it was, and that I knew that mum would be really happy if i found it for her.
We then went home after that, but mum wasn’t sure where to go, so she kept hanging back. She does that when she is nervous, you see. It is bad though cause then I can’t guide her!
The instructor came out for a couple more days making sure that mum knew where she was going.
One of the days they had coffee in that shop, but I had to be a good guide dog and lie under the table while mum and the instructor talked.
I also got a couple of new toys! Mum baught me a Kong, and a rubber thingie that she could throw. I unfortunately broke that, but I love the kong! She can put stuff in it too, but i’m happy with her just bouncing it!
Things have just been the same really as usual, apart from me getting a new nylabone. It’s much bigger than my old one, and I love it!
The snowy white stuff came on Thursday I think. That night it was really slippery, so mum really got me to “steady” just to make sure we didn’t slip. She was all nervous and stuff too. We have only been able to do the really small route unfortunately. I keep rushing on the snow, as I don’t like it on my paws! Plus mum is all tense and stuff.
Mum decided to do the big route on Sunday, but at one point there were these naughty kids who kept getting me all excited! I tried to listen to mum, but as you know I love children! Mum corrected me, then it started snowing at one point, and mum told me to find a kerb, but i couldn’t, so looked for a more deffinet kerb. We ended up in a housing estate, so mum had to phone her dad to come and get me. It was just too snowy and it covered my kerb! Mum said that she couldn’t really pick up obsticles and stuff either.
Yesterday we were back on the small block route. I was naughty and stopped and mum thought there was an obsticle, but i just wanted to eat the snow! Then I couldn’t find home.
Today mum said it was too icey to work me. So she just let me play in it! It was all slidey and all, so I kept sliding!
Mum is getting a bit down about not being able to work me. I hope she can work me tomorrow!
Mum wants to groom me now, so am going to go here.
The good thing about the snow is i get to play in it, but the bad thing is that it’s cold and that we can’t work too well!
How are you all getting on in the snow?
Waggies and woofies,
Hey all you puppydogs and owners. It’s Ushi here. I managed to sneak onto the computer-hope mum doesn’t tell the other people. I thought i’d quickly introduce myself….
Well I was born on the 20th of February 2009. I spent the first 6 weeks with my mother, and then went to someone called a “puppy walker”. Whatever they are lol. This “puppy walker” taught me how to behave, and how to go to the toilet outside, and basically how to socialise with other puppies and doggies, and get me used to all new situations, like shops and stuff. Man that was fun.
When I was a year old though, I had to leave my family, and go off to train in guide doggy school over in Scotland. Some of the work was really hard here, but I knew I had to get used to it, if i was going to become a successful guide dog. I suppose you could say that it was my dream to become a guide dog! Anyway guide doggy school lasted for about 2 or 3 months, I think.
A woman then came over to Scotland to get me. I was going to a new place called “Northern ireland”. Intreagued, I asked some of my guide doggy friends, and they were going over too. I was really confused! We all liked it here, so why did we have to leave? On the boat over, we were all chatting, and one of my friends started joking that there were “little green men who had pots of gold at the end of rainbows” in this new place. Whatever all that means. I hope we don’t come across one of those men though!
We were each partnered to what we thought was our “new mums”! The woman who had me taught me and my friends lots more work, which lasted for about 10 weeks. This was to make sure we would deffinetly be good guide dogs. While we were doing this training, which is apparently called “advanced training”, I couldn’t help thinking “we are deffinetly going to be good guide dogs, so why do we have to do all this stuff.”. Then part of me thought “Are you my new mummy for good?”.
I first met my “new mummy” about half way through my “advanced training”. We had to travel down in the car to meet her. Another person traveled down with us, who was from the team that my current mummy worked with.
When we got there, my mum and the other woman got out, and left me in the back of the car. Was I not working today? Then I saw them taking a harness out of the back of the car, and getting someone to hold onto it. I thought “That’s my harness! You can’t hold onto it without me? You are not a guide dog!”. I had to keep quiet though, so I just lay down.
Eventually, they came and got me. Mum gave this new person my lead, and put my harness on. I had to walk nice and gently beside this new person, but my mum had a big lead attached, to make me feel a little more secure. The new person said she found the little lead attached to my collar rather awkward, so they took it. She had to keep pulling back on the harness! I thought “I haven’t done anything! Why are you correcting me?”, but I heard her say that she couldn’t feel me or something lol.
We eventually went into a coffee shop, where I had to lie down quietly. I was positioned beside this new person. Mum left me with her for a few minutes, but she told me to “stay” unfortunately, so I still had to lie there. We then did some more work when we came out, before getting back to the car.
I did enjoy the walk, but then again, I just love working.
We left shortly after that, but the new person had to get a picture of me. So I had to look pritty (which isn’t hard to do), and stand beside her.
Mum braught me back to my new person a couple of days later, but I had a different handle on. It seemed wider, and went on the side of my harness, rather than the top. Thank goodness. The new person seemed to like it too-she didn’t pull back on me so much! This new person seemed to be pritty smart. Mum didn’t have to tell her that much about how to walk with me, like how to hold the handle and stuff. She seemed to pick up quite a bit, and seemed to be paying a huge amount of attention, which was good.
A couple of days later, mum and one of the other dogs mums came down for a “matching visit”. Matching visit? What is that? I mean why am I being matched? What does that mean? It was with my new person again. They wanted to check my speed, and that she was able to control me, which unfortunately she did, so I couldn’t sniff some grass. Pooh. Why did she have to spoil things?
When we got back to mums car, the new person went to rub me under my chin (I love that), but she put her fingers in my mouth lol. I don’t think she can see. She then found my chin, and i just lapped it up. I heard mum and the other woman telling my person that she was going to go on “class”. Oooooooh can I come too?
I spent another two weeks with my mum, and then we went off to a hotel. We all stayed in mums room, for part of the first day. So me and my two other buddies had a good play and rump around. I don’t know where my new person was, and why we were here.
At some point on the first day, mum braught me into my new person’s room and left me there. Why? Where was she going? I started pacing around the room for a while, then lay down under the table. The person kept calling me, but I didn’t really want to know her. She eventually found me under the table, and started talking to me, and patting me. I just let her do it, as I knew she would eventually get bored. I soon heard mum coming back, so got up to greet her. The new person said bye to me, and then I went into mums room again.
The next day, mum braught me back into the new persons room. She braught in all my things, like my bed and all. Was I leaving my old mum? Nooooooooooo!! After mum left, I just stood in front of my new person for a while while she talked to me, and petted me.
She started to get me to sit at doors and all, but I already knew how to do that! I tried rushing through a couple of times, but she gave me a lead correction, and made me wait. She then started to feed me and all. I still didn’t know what was happening lol.
I was really evil though and didn’t spend for her, but I saw my old mum around the hotel, so would only go for her. I thought that if i put on a sad face that the new person would notice, but she didn’t notice at all. Damn. Eventually I did go though. Mum kept going on at me, and the new person kept doing it too.
When we started working together, my new person kept hanging back on me. I felt like saying “I can’t guide you if you’re way back there”, but mum did that for me. The new person kept saying that she thought I was going to push her off a kerb or something. Why would I do that? I wouldn’t be a good guide dog if I did that!
Over the next few days, mum started to step back, and let my new person take over. Man, but did she ask mum alot of questions! I think mum told her that everything would be taught though, so she wouldn’t ask so much.
There was one part where I saw a cat across the road, and didn’t listen to what my new mum said at all. She didn’t even notice! But then my old mum took me off the kerb, and gave me a massive massive correction with the lead. I didn’t like that at all. I had to be a good girl after that though. Especially as mum had to use a really really really cross voice!
When we first went for our first “free run”, it was really really exciting. I got really excited, and my new mum couldn’t control me. She had to keep stopping me, and then she had to make me sit loads. I was eventually allowed to play with my friends again!! Yay!!
Over the next few days, My new mum grew in confidence handling me. I couldn’t get away with as much though, which was bad. We went into busier places, and even at one point went into another coffee shop, so that mum could learn how to control me.
There was a point where we were doing a big complicated walk, before we went for another free run. It was our last day at the hotel before we went to mums home. There was a part where mum could “feel” an obsticle before she got to it. She hesitated for ages, and I tried to tell her that I would guide her around it. She eventually let me guide her, but she still seemed very nervous. When we got back to the car, she didn’t look too happy. She was in the car, and I heard her crying in the front seat. I was in the back of the car, so I couldn’t get to her. My old mum comforted her loads which was good. She seemed to be very upset about that obsticle, and because she hesitated at it. I was thinking as I heard her that it was okay for her to hesitate, especially when the obsticle was so big. I mean if i couldn’t see I would do that too. She seemed to cheer up after that which was good. I hate when people get upset!
To help mum manage my excitement levels when I got to the park for the free run, I had to wear a thing which I don’t really like called a “Halty”. It goes over my nose, and it means I can’t pull as much. I can’t help it when I get excited! But I suppose if it means that it helps mum, I don’t really mind that much. At least she took it off me when I was doing the run which was good. Plus it meant that mum seemed alot happier.
When we got home, I didn’t have to use that horrible pen to spend in. I had gr’r’r’r’r’r’r’r’rass!!! I got to have a good sniff about the house, and got to go spend in the grass, which I did no problem. Shortly afterwards, mums other pet dog was braught out on the lead. I thought “yay! another doggy!”. I was on the lead too, and my old mum was holding me. I tried to sniff this new doggy, but she did loads of growling towards me. I came up to mum, and really leaned into her. She said it was alright and all. My old mum suggested that maybe we would introduce us off lead, so that was cool. Well I just went to the bottom of the garden, and the other dog was really really in my face, and wouldn’t let me go. Luckily, mums dad came and got the other dog, but all I wanted to do was come back to mum! My old mum suggested that we were just kept apart, which was brilliant.
I was then taken upstairs to see my new bedroom, and where I would sleep. I liked it alot, as I had loads of water to drink, and mums sister was there, and it just seemed nice. I had a big long chill for ages, and mum didn’t leave me at all for the first couple of days, just to make sure I was settled. I didn’t complain at all about that.
When my old mum and the woman who was with us in the hotel came back, we went for a walk first of all, and then we went to a park with the other dog. They wanted to see if we could be introduced again. I didn’t like the sound of that at all. But we were going to a park!! Free run!! We were both on the lead again, and mum stayed with the other woman while I went with my old mum. The other dog was so so hyper, and they kept trying to get closer, but I said no, and wouldn’t go at all. I kept running to mum and hid behind her legs. We decided to go home after that, as it just wasn’t going to work. We were to be kept apart again, which was good. I really didn’t like this other dog. She really scared me! Why was she so hyper? She wasn’t like any other dogs I could play with.
About a day after that, mum was getting ready for the morning, and she was going to feed me. Mum’s mum came in, and we forgot that the other dog was still upstairs, as mums little brother liked having the other dog near him. Well before we could all know what had happened, the other dog rushed in, and started attacking me. Mums mum quickly got her out, and then mum came over, and she was shaking alot, and she felt me to make sure I was alright. I didn’t eat all of my food, because I was quite shocked at what had happened. The other dog had left a small puncture wound on my neck, but it was my old mum who spotted it. It wasn’t that bad, but it was painful! So we went off to the vets, just to make sure it wasn’t infected or anything. The vet just told mum to keep an eye on it, which was good. I still wanted to rush out of there though. But mum got me back though which was bad. I hate the vets. Well it’s not that I hate them, but I just don’t like getting my anal glands squeezed or anything.
Over the next couple of weeks, mum got more confident with me and her routes. There was one point where we were doing it with no help at all, but then I saw my old mum in her car, and wanted to go and say Hi. Mum didn’t let me though.
There were a couple of times too where mum was a silly billy and was in the road for too long! She wasn’t paying attention, I think. I straightened up at one point, but she kept pulling me to the right. I knew where we were going! Trust me, mum, I know we need to go a certain way to get to home!
A couple of days ago when we had finished one of our walks, my old mum told mum that she and I had qualified! Wow, what does that mean? I think it means mum keeps the harness!! Yay!!! You can work me now all on your own!! My old mum and the other woman told me that I must be good since I was now qualified. I wasn’t a puppy any more. At one point, mum and my old mum and the other woman were chatting loads, but I wasn’t getting attention! I put my paw up on mums knee, and she was like “get your paw down”, but I knew she couldn’t be mad with me, since all I wanted was some love! She gave me a big big pat, and it felt good. I said goodbye to my old mum, and then we went out on a walk on our own. It was just a small short route. We got to a particular point where there were a couple of small “Yappy” dogs, as mum called them. She turned round really really quickly and told me straight on. I couldn’t, because there was a bin, and I felt so rushed. She could hear the dogs coming and I think it panicked her a bit. She talked to a man who helped her, and she asked loads of times if the dogs were away. She worries too much! I knew they were away! Because she rushed then, I felt really rushed, and then I got distracted. She then had to correct me. It was kind of your fault for rushing!!
The rest of our walks went well, and mum didn’t walk out into the road again when she crossed which was good. She still gets nervous when doing the small route, and my old mum yesterday had to make her do it lol. I rushed a bit yesterday, but today, I didn’t rush, but she says that her heart is still racing though! I hope she gets used to it soon. Those dogs are so horrible, and I can understand where she is coming from. If you can’t see then it’s gonna be hard. She just needs to trust me a bit more I think.
I also got my teeth brushed, which is lovely!!!
The one thing I don’t like is that I used to be able to run about in the garden and do my business just nicely. I have started to dig though, and can’t resist running round the garden loads while mum is trying to get me. She has stuck me on the lead though, so I can’t do that. Pooh! She is going to tell my old mum on Monday when she comes out to see how we’re doing. I hope she doesn’t shout at me! I can’t help digging!! I am a dog!
Anyway….my paws are starting to ake. Plus I think mum wants on again. It was fun writing on here, and I know mum has probably wrote alot of this down, but I couldn’t wait to introduce myself! Take care, and hopefully I can come on here again soon. Oh before I go, there is this one thing that bugs me. Mums computer talks, but it doesn’t sound like a human talking. It is a man talking, but it sounds really weird. Why is that? Why does it talk? Is there someone sitting in the computer telling mum what she is typing? Cool! Can I meet him? Can any of you guys explain?
I can’t wait to hear what you guys are all like!!!
Waggy tails, lickies, and woofs,