Originally posted by DVC4US
Good Tuesday Morning Everyone!!
Lynda & Cash - how did Cash do on the cruise?
LeiLani
Mr. Cash did just great. He became very proficient at boarding and escaping from crowded elevators, learned different methods of successfully boarding a wheelchair lift vehicle... Two approved methods garnered admiration and photos from admiring crowds...Another, the hopping bunny in the rose garden method, only got him side-splitting laughter from bystanders and, from me, promises of some remedial training at the first opportunity... He trotted by my scooter, leash dragging (to avoid snaring sleeping bystanders), and amazed the masses by promptly obeying such esoteric commands as nose, out, stop, wait, foot, go right, leave it, no sniffing, and several different whistled directions, not to mention the commands having to do with bodily functions that will remain undiscussed....
As far as the plane ride went...(his third) he slept. Again.
I am always on the guard against refusal of service because of him and encountered none at any time. He did not get seasick, and neither did I (Wonders will never cease) and, although we were gifted with the metal-walled BAV I would have loved to have seen see his first reaction to a clear view of the ocean passing by before his nose figured out we weren't in Kansas anymore. He enjoyed standing in lines that wound through the upper level of the atrium... He would lie next to the balcony railing, nose through the grillwork, cracking up passengers with his canine version of a vulture scanning the plains below. Perhaps he was practicing for a future life peeking out from behind the window shades of a double-wide....
When I went swimming I would park him, under command, in the shade nearby, keeping an eye out for uneducated attempts by resort staff or unsupervised children to treat him like a well-mannered pet...I scared one youngish waitress by shouting at her when she went out of her way to approach the sleeping furball. Within two days nearly everyone on the ship (even the dress-white Captain) had met Cash and knew him by name. It was sort of like traveling with a rock star.....minor rock star.....With all the attention, at times he would concentrate less on my whistled commands and more on soliciting affection from those nearby. I explained over and over the difference between a service dog at work and one who is "off duty". By coincidence, (my foot/leg injury on CC) Cash spent quite a bit of time wearing just his red off duty vest and not the heavy harness/backpack that I need to hang onto while walking, so he ended up being off duty quite a bit of the time on the ship... Luckily, the scooter motor was able to be cleared of sand before burning out...only popped the circuit breaker when it overheated...and I was able to use it on the cruise instead of one of the bulky rental scooters.
At the parks and in Nassau he burnt his pads on the hot pavement in the afternoon a few times when my timing was poor in getting back to more shaded activities...Bad Mom. All in all, he was calm, cool, and collected in all circumstances that did not involve squirrels or bunnies, managed to learn a few new commands, and even shed at least one phobia...metal grid walkways... He even slept through a couple of fireworks shows....
Good dog...
