Confessions of a guide dog
You know the tale of the little girl with a curl, in the middle of her forehead? Well, my guide dog uska’s a bit like that. I only say a bit because when he’s good, he is very, very good. But he’s never bad, and he’s never horrid. He does however, have his moments. Oh, I have mine too. When it comes to being blind, I’m not very good at it and Uska has to cope with that. I guess some days we drive each other nuts, which is hardly surprising because we truly are a 24/7 partnership. Mind you, I do love the bones of him and not just because he’s totally changed my life.