Saturday, December 24, 2005

Guide Dogs' Night Before Christmas.

Guide Dogs' Night Before Christmas.

'Twas the night before Christmas and the kennels were still, with most dogs
now asleep having eaten their fill. The Labradors sprawled out, quite snug
in their beds, while visions of ANYTHING edible danced in their heads. sthe
Goldens and Shepherds curled up on the floor, some twitched in their sleep
and some even did snore. The dog food was stacked in the feed room with
care, in hopes that a trainer soon would be there. On the window ledge, one
the kennel cats lay, surveying the lawn at the end of this day. Something
was different, that little cat knew. Tonight something would happen, it had
be true. For that day as the workers had left to go home, They'd wished
Merry Christmas! before starting to roam. The dogs had noticed it to during
past week's walks, the trainers seemed just that much happier and eager to
talk. In the mall where they worked through the maze of people and stores,
were decoration and music and distractions galore! Most dogs pranced along
without worry or fear, but some balked at the man on the sleigh and those
looking > deer. The cat was almost asleep too when he first heard the sound,
a whoosh through the air and a jingle around. It reminded him of a dog's
when the animal shook, but this sound kept on growing. He'd better go look.
From the ceiling there came a faint sort of thunk, as the kennel cat climbed
to the highest pile of junk. Once before people had worked on the roof, and
come down through the trap door to a chorus of "Woooof!" But the dogs still
were quiet, all sleeping so sound, as this man dressed in red made his way
right on down. He patted the cat as he climbed past his spot, then made his
way right to the trainers' coffee pot. A shepherd sat up, not fully awake,
then a Golden followed her with a mighty loud shake. That did it! All the
sprang to life with loud noise. In spite of the din, the old man kept his
poise. He filled the pot full and it started to brew, then he pulled up a
and took in the view. Dogs all around him, so carefully bred, he knew well
their jobs, the blind people they led. Some had stopped barking and looked
him now, while others delighted in their own deafening howl. Laying a finger
in front of his lips, the jolly old man silenced the excitable yips. "You
all may not know me, but I'm Santa Claus," the old man smiled and took a
short pause, While he filled up his mug with hot liquid and cream, "I've
wanted to stop here. It's been one of my dreams." The cat had climbed down
and was exploring Santa's sack. "Yes, little kitty, that's an empty pack."
smiled as he drank and looked at those eyes, deep brown ones and gold ones
held wide in surprise. Some of these dogs, he'd seen just last year, in
puppy homes, cute and full of holiday cheer. He'd seen the effects of a pup
on the tree, but now they were here at the school, just waiting to be. "I
bring you presents or bones just to chew. I'll tell you something better,
what you are going to do." "You all will work hard and the trainers will
both praise and correction, gentle and fair." "You'll go lots of places and
face big scary things. You'll ride buses and subways and hear fire sirens
"Cars will drive at you but you will stand strong, not moving into danger,
not moving toward wrong." "And then just when you think that this trainer's
the best, the kindest, and funnest person, toss away all the rest," "That
trainer will begin to ignore you and give you away, handing your leash over
your dismay." "Now the person who pets you and feeds you will be a blind
person. That's a person who can't see." " This man or this woman may see
a tad, but their view's missing parts or the focus is bad." "So you, well
trained dogs, will act as their eyes. You will work as a team and discover
size" "Of this great world we live in, because you will go a million new
places with this person, you know." Santa sipped at his coffee and looked
the brood, knowing what he had to say next might sound kind of rude. "Not
all of you will make it and become canine guides. Your time here isn't
though. You won't be cast aside." "Some of you will be drug dogs and some
will find bombs. Some will become pets in a home with a dad and a mom." "All
these things are important. People wait on long lists, to receive such good
dogs as you, the school folks insist." The last drop of coffee had gone into
his cup as Santa turned, smiling at each wide eyed pup. "The best gift of
all is to give something back. That's why there's nothing for you all inside
of my pack." Draining his mug, Santa went to each pen, and petted and
scratched each dog again and again. "Now next year and many more years after
you all will give gifts wherever you're at." "You might lick a hand that's
had a bad day, Or notice a car and step out of the way." "You might help
a crook or discover some loot, Or just bring some joy to a tired old man in
a funny red suit." "Your master will love you and treat you with care. In
your training and trust will always be there." After the last dog had been
petted and soothed, Santa put away the coffee pot and made ready to move. Up
the ladder he rose to the door high above, with a smile and a wave as he
slipped on his gloves. And all the dog ears were pricked as he disappeared
of sight. "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!" (Author


Post a Comment

<< Home