Feature Writer Steven Famiglietti – A New Year: Part 2
On January 9th, I woke up and my mother brought me to the train station. I rode the train down to New York and met someone from Guiding Eyes for the Blind, who assisted me to her van and we drove to their campus. Upon my arrival, they helped me unload my belongings and brought me to my room. The instructor, Melinda, did a fantastic job of orienting me to my room, the hallways, and all of the campus. It was my home away from home.
All through that first day, I really had no feelings at all. I wanted Whitlee back and I wanted to go home. Then, I started meeting the other students as they arrived and we all had stories to tell about our experiences and our lives. As I participated in those first few days of class, I realized I wasn’t alone on this journey–everyone there was in the same boat as I and that was a comforting thing to experience. Later on that Monday, I met the rest of my classmates, the trainer’s assistant, Mike, the class trainers, Jamie and Chrissey, and the instructor for the Action Program, Graham.
On Tuesday, we had some lectures and some activities which were designed to help the trainers get to know us better. For me, I was there in the Action Program. This program gives students ten days of training on the campus and an additional five days of home training. The other students were there for 19 days if they were getting a second or third dog and for 26 days if they were receiving their first dog.
So, while the other students were doing activities with the trainers, I actually got the chance to meet my trainer and my new dog, Meyer. Meyer is a 23 month old black and tan German Shepherd with a very long, fluffy tail and some very expressive ears that move in all directions all the time. Meyer was indifferent to me when we met and I was indifferent to him. I don’t even think I got any sniffs from him on that first day. The trainer took us to White Plains, NY on Tuesday and we participated in our first two walks together. What an experience this was for me. It was a different dog, a different harness and we were working in an area new to me. I wanted to give everything back and go home. I didn’t like the way the harness felt and I didn’t think the dog liked me. What I did notice, though, was that Meyer walked nicely and he was very serious about his work. Graham, the trainer, was excellent, and he told me that we did a beautiful job together during our first two walks and he told me that it looked like we had been working together for a while. He also said I did a nice job following right along with Meyer. After his encouraging words, the thought of giving up and going home disappeared for good. After we were done with our walks, Meyer was brought back to the kennel for grooming and bathing so that he could be ready for our official meeting with all the other dogs and students on Wednesday.
On Wednesday, we all received our dogs and from then on, they were to be with us all the time. While we were in our room, Meyer seemed to want to know all about what was going on in the hallways. He acted like he was the policeman for everyone. He would stand and watch the door for hours. As those first few days passed, I still wasn’t sure if he liked me or not. Each day, we went to White Plains, did two routes, and participated in other class activities. Things really began to all fit together.