Backseat Blunder

Walker is my trusty, young guide dog, with whom I was blessed right after Christmas.

I am so thankful that Walker does not talk, as he would promptly put in a request for a new handler.

During my morning errands, today, there had been a few mishaps that put me in kind of a foul mood. On the way back home, Walker and I were quietly waiting in a car, in the grocery store parking lot, as my friend stopped to pick up a few items. Walker was sitting on the backseat, as allowed by this driver.

I stepped outside to better hear, after my phone rang, because the radio was playing too loud.

This car, which was a loaner, to my friend, was a mustang, which I mistakenly assumed was a two door. My friend had put Walker in on his side when
we left, as the entry was easier. My side was a little close to another car.

I had not correctly determined my error, as I had felt only one handle on my side and also had not noticed the short size of the door as I opened and closed it

During the call, I had unmindfully stepped aside toward the back of the car. .
After I hung up, I turn back around from where I was standing and felt Walkers head where I thought the front seat should be. Yeah, I know, sometimes I get a little disoriented.

Anyway, I immediately ordered Walker into the back seat, Shame!! I cried, sternly. "Get in the back!"
He would not budge and I increased the volume and severity of my command.

I hear a couple chuckling as they walk by, wondering why this crazy lady is screaming for this dog to climb in the back when he is obviously already in the back.

Confused and frustrated, I quickly opened the door and abruptly commanded Walker out of the car. He immediately obeyed, as he usually does. I tried to pull the seat forward. I could, nowhere find the latch to release the seat and my frustration and ire grew.

Well, my friend returned, and I quickly ran to the other side of the car and asked him to put Walker in, as I yelled, "I've had enough!

He said "Wha?"

Why can't you put him on your side?

I bellowed, "Never mind, I can't pull the seat forward! I can't find the lever!"

"Why would you need to pull the seat forward? There's two doors, just open the back door!"

OK, I know I need to work on my restraint, today, and also possibly my logic.

This dog is an angel, and I just can't seem to realize I'm the dope!

He still loves me I think, cause after the whole ordeal, as I slumped in the front seat, humiliated,, his big
head reached around the side of the seat and kissed my cheek.

It was as if to say "It's OK, Mom, I understand."

Unconditional love is such a nice thing. My inability to give it back is sometimes still lacking,, but I'm
learning more every day.

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