Jenny's (and Greg's) Story
I am Jenny, CGD (Certified Guide Dog). I would like to thank you for your help and accommodation for myself and my human, Greg. We were hit by a truck Saturday while my human was taking me home in my wagon behind his bicycle. I have an important job; taking care of my human and a lot of professional responsibility (I have a terminal degree for a canine and professional certification) which I take very seriously. You helped me do my job in a very challenging situation.
First, I would like to thank the Sarasota Fire Department and Police Department. Humans use a lot of big scary machines and sometimes, not very carefully. One of your big scary machines, you call them SUVs, ran into us in a cross walk and knocked my human and I into traffic on Fruitville Road. My human was unconscious so I ran to the woods to observe from a distance. Many bigger, scarier machines came with lights and making awful noises. I knew that you humans were going to do what you do without my opinion so I went home. (I spent my puppyhood living on the street, so I know how to take care of myself.) I knew that my human would eventually come there. At least two big red flashy machines and a couple smaller blue and white machines were cruising my neighborhood. I don’t trust people in uniforms because they once caught me and put me in a cage. However, they knew my name and they probably knew where my human was, so I allowed them to approach me. They talked real nice to me and took me to my human.
Next, I would like to thank the staff at Sarasota memorial Hospital. Once at my human’s side, I was not going to leave. Volunteers tried to take me outside but I was not going to leave my human. So, the staff “moved the mountain to Mohamed.” About four of the staff and the Sign Language Interpreter rolled my human outside, across the street, to the grass so that I could “go to the bathroom.” I was really enjoying the sunshine and all the attention when the Interpreter told me to “do business.” Oh, yeah, I forgot this little excursion had a purpose, so I did my business. Most dogs don’t even get into a hospital. I was chauffeured there, welcomed and then treated like royalty. It was particularly gratifying to be seen on the street with my entourage including a full hospital bed with my human on it.
My friend Wendy Cooper, who is an Animal Communicator, came to see us. Wendy asked me if I was in pain and hurt. All I said was “I’m not leaving his side”. Displaying pain to humans is not a good thing to do because they will do things to “help” that I don’t like. I can take care of myself. Nancy came to visit. Nancy is my human’s friend and sometimes I worry about the way they look at each other. This is MY human and I don’t like to share him. But I could tell that people weren’t sure what to do with me at the hospital and Nancy spoke the hospital language and talked with the people there. That is when they started treating me very well. John and Linda came to see me, they live at our new home and were concerned about my human and I. So, thank you all. We are fine, back at home and recovering very well. Please be more careful with your machines.
(and Gregory H. Lawrence)