Do you believe in coincidence? I’m not sure
that I do, but certainly the world is a small place. On the last leg of our
flight home from Maui, I was seated across the aisle from Bryan and his guide
dog, Rugby. This was an even stranger quirk of fate because quite a number of
years ago I remember meeting Bryan and his first guide dog, Forest. Forest was
probably the largest guide dog I had ever seen and because of his size, he
definitely stood out in my memory. He was a one hundred and twenty pound German
Shepherd. Rugby, Bryan’s dog of these past five years isn’t quite as large,
weighing in at only one hundred pounds. He is also a German shepherd.
During the flight, I was very aware of
Rugby. He was able to squeeze himself into a relatively small floor space at
the bulkhead, and dozed contently for most of the flight. When I asked, Bryan
said that Rugby was an excellent traveller. Bryan travels frequently and fairly
extensively and Rugby has come to know his way around many of the airports.
Bryan explained one instance of this. When Bryan and Rugby catch a cab to
Vancouver Airport, Rugby can lead him unfailingly from the terminal doors through
the crowds to the Customer Care counter where he needs to check in. All of this
is in direct contrast to my white cane. My cane, although it might alert others
to my visual challenges, does not lead or guide me anywhere.
A guide dog also seems to attract more
attention than a cane. The Vancouver/Edmonton flight of yesterday began with a
pre-flight briefing by the flight attendant. Bryan and I both explained that we
were okay with the briefing but that we had flown before. The flight attendant
said that nevertheless, the briefing was mandatory for visually impaired
passengers and she was required by the airline to give it. I thought that it
was interesting in that on the previous seven segments I had flown with the
same airline, I hadn’t been offered this same briefing. I always tag myself as
legally blind on the passenger information list and enter the aircraft using my
white cane. Preflight briefings have been offered to me before but only on a
sporadic basis. I do think that Bryan’s guide dog made the difference to
yesterday’s explanation.
I was curious to know how Rugby reacted to
the actual flying experience. I know that sometimes on descent, my ears will
pop. Did this also happen with dogs? Lyle had noticed that Rugby did yawn a few
times during the descent into Edmonton. Bryan
said that sometimes he might give Rugby a cookie to munch on if the pressure
became difficult. With his previous dog, Forest, he would sometimes give him a
few ice cubes to munch on and that also seemed to work well. From what I could
discern on yesterday’s flight, Rugby didn’t have any difficulty at all and was
just as Bryan had said, an excellent and experienced air traveller.
As we chatted, Bryan mentioned that he was
in the process of looking for a new guide dog. I was curious about this because
guide dogs usually have a longer working life than five years. However,
apparently Rugby is going blind. He has an unusual condition, which has begun
at the corner of his eyes and will cause his sight to deteriorate. I found it
quite sad to think that this beautiful animal who has been Bryan’s eyes for
this past half decade will soon lose his own sight.
So, the world is a small place. I had
already told my son-in-law that I wouldn’t be putting up any more posts on the
blog for a few days, but I couldn’t let my meeting with Bryan and Rugby go
unrecorded. I would like to dedicate this particular post to all of the guide
dogs and their owners whom I have met on my travels.