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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--></head><body lang=EN-US link=blue vlink=purple><div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal>This is late, but hopefully you will be able to critique it anyway.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>College Co-eds<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>My mom, baby sister Christina, Tammy and I drove north from Santa Ana in late August. We were headed to the small farming community of Turlock, located in the San Joaquin Valley near Modesto. I had been accepted at both San Francisco and Stanislaus State Colleges, but found the idea of living off campus and learning my way around San Francisco overwhelming. Stanislaus was actually smaller than the high school I had graduated from in June. It was then the youngest of the California State Colleges. The dormitory was located across highway 99 from the college. There was a pedestrian signal activated by a push button to permit students to cross the highway. Then we had to follow a tarmac path through fields a long way to reach the two buildings that made up the campus. The library, cafeteria and administration offices were in one building and all classes were in the other. A field house was the only additional structure completed when Tammy and I started our freshman year. The college was barely ten years old and most of my professors were holders of P.H.D. degrees. Except for some of the freshman introductory courses held in the theater, classes were small. When the college had first opened, some classes had to be held in barns at the fairgrounds. So our unflattering nickname among the other Cal State Colleges was Turkey Tech. Rather than being stung by this designation, we had a cheer that went, “Gobble gobble, that’s our cry, Turkey Tech, do or die!” The cheering crowd broke out with an imitation of a turkey gobble. It was a lot of fun. Actually, the school wasn’t an agricultural college but was noted for its business department.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'> <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>Mom helped me carry in my things and I sort of rushed her off because I was scared and didn’t want to prolong the good-byes. I left my door open and put Tammy on a tie-down while I unpacked. Two girls from Stockton who had known each other in high school came along and introduced themselves. Annie Williams became my best friend during our freshman year. Like me, she was the first member of her family to go to college and the eldest child in a family of five siblings. We were both able to attend college because we had won scholarships and qualified for education opportunity grants. Although she was an art major while I was leaning toward psychology, we had a lot of things in common. Cathy Dent was more outgoing and interested in the social scene. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>All freshmen were required to live in the dormitory, unless they had a waiver signed by their parents granting them permission to live off campus. The dorm was an L-shaped two-story structure with a separate cafeteria building and a swimming pool located between the two buildings. It was co-ed with women’s rooms upstairs and men’s on the ground floor. The entrance was at the junction of the two wings. Tammy and I had the third room along the left wing. We didn’t have a roommate. The dorm wasn’t completely full and it was decided that rooming with a large dog might be too crowded for anyone to share the room with us.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>My room had two beds, two desks with shelves above them, a large closet and a sink. It was connected through an adjacent bathroom that held a shower and an enclosed toilet to the room next door. Two older girls shared that room. Sandy and Virginia had attended junior college and were transferring to Stanislaus as juniors. They were from Los Angeles and were friendly. Another upper classman named Carol came by and invited me to join her and some others for tea in her room after I finished settling in. I began to feel a little less nervous. Everyone seemed eager to help make me feel at home. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>The freshmen started off on a bus the next morning to attend a freshman get acquainted camp in the mountains. There was a dance and several activities designed to give us a chance to meet and to be talked to by upperclassmen and teachers. Tammy never stopped wagging her heavy otter tail as we moved with the group from one area to another. It didn’t matter to her if we walked on a dirt path or a sidewalk. She followed the crowd and located a seat or whatever I asked such as the exit or entrance door. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>Tammy enjoyed the opportunity to meet and greet each new person that we encountered. I made the first time guide dog user mistake of allowing everyone to pet and fuss over my beautiful girl. She was definitely an icebreaker encouraging people to approach and introduce themselves to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>When I was fourteen years old, I had decided that I couldn’t afford to allow my natural shyness to continue. When you are different from others, people who don’t know you tend to keep their distance. I realized that if I wanted to make friends, it was up to me to make the first overtures. My high school classmates were generous about helping to carry my heavy books or braillewriter, but it didn’t occur to them often to invite me to join them in after school activities. Tammy made everything so much easier by serving as a topic of conversation. Other students approached us to introduce themselves, rave over Tammy’s beauty, and ask questions. They talked about favorite pet dogs and that led naturally in to discussing other topics. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>If someone offered to show me how to get to the dining hall or other place, I knew I could find it again with Tammy’s help. If I wanted to go to a concert or play held on campus, I could just go on my own and friends came over to sit with us. I was no longer dependent on the time schedules of others. If I needed a break from the noise of the dorm, I could take a quiet long walk confident that I wouldn’t get lost. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>The only hitch in all this was that I soon found that everyone knew Tammy’s name and almost no one remembered mine. Since DeAnna seemed to transform into Diana, Dina, Daria, Dena and almost anything else that began with the letter D. I started using Dee to make things easier.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>Our room was next to the pay phone for the two women’s wings. The phone rang and rang. Finally when I couldn’t stand the noise another minute, I gave in and answered it. Sometimes I got bored saying “Yosemite Hall.” I substituted “Hello, devil speaking. Who in hell do you want?” Or using my sultriest voice I’d vary my routine to say, “Good evening, this is Peggy’s house of fun and games. Who is your pleasure?” That one got me in trouble when the caller was one of the other girls' mothers. Things usually went something like this. The call was for someone at the other end of the hall. Tammy and I ran down the corridor only to find the girl wasn’t in her room. Then we ran back to take a message. I typed the note and we ran back to the right room to post it. This gave us lots of practice locating rooms and meeting more people. Tammy became so popular, that a group of fraternity guys decided to run her for freshman princess. They made up posters claiming that she was a perfect size twelve, (her collar size) and had a winning personality. Everywhere we went, people called out greetings to her. I began to feel invisible!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>Tammy loved to wear a string of bright beads, scarf or other ornament. Annie gave her a blue plastic peace symbol and she seemed to know she was especially pretty when decked out in any little bit of finery. Her step had an added bounce and became almost a prance. One day, we walked past a yard where some students were holding a barbecue. A girl’s voice exclaimed, “Look at that beautiful dog!” Then a pleasant male voice answered, “The girl’s not bad either.” I felt like doing a celebratory dance. I wasn’t invisible after all. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>One of the people I met at the freshman camp was a quiet young man named Curtis Noriega. He made such a fuss over Tammy, she hurried toward him in any crowd to say hello. It wasn’t until we had been going out for a burger or movie on occasion, that he admitted he didn’t really like dogs. He preferred cats as pets. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>I discovered that I would have to put a stop to Tammy’s desire to meet and greet her friends. When she saw Curt as we were coming down the stairs at the dorm, she surged forward pulling me off my feet. I fell badly spraining an ankle. Some lessons just have to be learned the hard way.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>It is often difficult for the general public to understand the insistence guide dog handlers must make that their dogs not be spoken too, petted or fed by everyone. They are so beautiful, intelligent and friendly, people long to reach out to pet or speak to them. However, a moment’s lapse in attention to their job can cause a serious injury to the person they are guiding. Seeing a friend across the street might lead them to start the crossing without checking for traffic. A scrap from someone’s lunch could upset the dog's stomach, causing an embarrassing accident at a crucial moment. It could impair the dog’s ability to guide due to feeling ill. It could lead to bad habits like begging or scavenging. Un-authorized snacks might also result in an unhealthy weight gain and shorten the guide’s working life. For both our sakes, I had to curtail Tammy’s social interactions.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'> As winter set in, a group trip was planned for those living in the dorm to go up to Yosemite for the weekend. I was still finding it difficult to manage on my sprained ankle received when Tammy bounded down the stairs to greet our friend Curt. Since I had already paid my fee, I decided to go. Sandy and Virginia, the two girls from the room next to mine asked Curt to drive us up into the Sierras. Since he drove, the girls didn’t want him to stay in another cabin, in case we wanted the car. He got teased about his four female roommates, three human and one canine. However, we each had our own bunks. Since all of us were quite modest young ladies, he wasn’t treated to any free floorshows. Everyone got to practice getting into pajamas with lights turned out. Tammy loved the snow. She thought catching and eating snowballs great sport. Also high on her list was burrowing through snow banks rolling and snorting. Of course this necessitated a vigorous rubdown with a towel upon our return indoors. The trip was fun and Tammy and I had many more visits to this lovely valley in the Sierras over our years as a team. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'> I put up a one foot Christmas tree in my dorm room and discovered that my dog loved packages as much as I did. Two of them were of particular interest to her. She took every opportunity to steal and try to open them. The crackle of the paper always gave her activity away. When I heard that sound I demanded the return of the plunder. One gift was actually for her. I don’t know how she guessed that, as it was in a box. Perhaps her nose led her to believe that no one would be giving me a rawhide chew toy. The other present though was one meant for me. It was a closet sachet filled with some kind of scented mixture of flowers and herbs. This made me wonder if there was a comparable plant to catnip that appealed to dogs included in the blend.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'> Tammy loved the cold. Whether we walked through the central valley fog and rain or into a brisk sea breeze, her pace and pull increased as the temperature dropped. Best of all she loved walking through falling snow. Her tail wagged constantly. She could brace me over patches of ice if I slipped, but just loved striding out into a cold wind. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><b><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>Tammy’s retriever soul manifested itself in a new way. She began to pick up things she could easily carry in her mouth. She didn’t chew or damage them. However, I did feel obligated to pay for the can of soup, bunch of bananas and candy bar she carried to the checkout line at the grocery store. Odd tennis balls, ashtrays, and candlesticks began to appear in our room. I finally solved this tendency for indulging in kleptomania by giving her a small change purse to carry when we went out. It didn’t interfere with her guiding, and eliminated her desire to appropriate other people’s possessions. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'> <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>She loved to retrieve anything I dropped and proudly presented me with lost pocket change, my shoe or anything else she thought I was searching for on the floor. Soon she associated a name with my sweater, or jacket, my tape recorder case, my backpack, her leash and harness. I could ask her for any of these items and she dashed to find and bring them to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>Her habit of making a dive for anything I dropped was finally curbed when I accidentally allowed a bar of soap to slip from my hand. Not realizing that Tammy had snatched it up. I kept searching the bathroom floor. Finally, Tammy thrust the bar of soap into my hand and charged off to get a drink. After this bubble blowing misadventure, she waited to be asked to retrieve dropped articles. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>Tammy’s skill at choosing good footing made it possible to work safely at any speed. When I hadn’t allowed enough time to make it to a class, she enjoyed covering the distance along the paved path at a dead run. Although she moved quickly with a strong pull on cold, windy or foggy days, on hot sunny ones, she hurried across hot tarmac and slowed down to walk in the shade of trees. Whatever our pace, she focused on her work. Her alert eyes scanned for hazards, took note of people and animals but concentrated on navigating the best course to keep me safe. She took her work very seriously. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>Tammy had an exceptional memory. One day when I was wearing new sandals, I left the classroom building by a side door. I slipped on rain slick steps. Whenever I subsequently used that exit, Tammy approached those steps cautiously. She seemed to think that they were likely to cause me to slither down them again if she didn’t take special care. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>Her sense of fun was a constant source of laughter to everyone. I was taking her out on leash to relieve when a football whizzed past us. Tammy was off after it in a flash. Catching it by the laces, she entered the impromptu football game being played by some of the fellows from the dorm. It took them nearly ten minutes of chasing her around the swimming pool before she returned to me so I could give back the ball. If she got bored watching me study, she began a game of tossing her tennis ball for herself and chasing it around the room. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>Her favorite toys were ones with squeakers in them. I am sure people were slightly concerned about that poor blind girl’s sanity when I took her shopping for a new toy. I made each type on offer squeak and placed it on the floor in front of Tammy. She sat cocking her head listening to the sounds. Finally, she picked one from the line in front of her. After I replaced the rejects, she walked proudly to the cashier carrying her selection so I could pay for the winner. Life with my best friend and college roommate was never dull.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div></body></html>