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Ann Chiappetta

Guide Dog Journal Day One 🦮

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May 16, 2025. Day One of training

It’s ten a.m. and we’re ready for the first day and the challenges and string of successes along the path to becoming a good team. Andrea spends the first part of the morning describing the equipment, harness styles and body styles I can choose from during our time together. It’s a bit like buying a car. Leather or Fabric body for the dog? Synthetic leash or leather leash? I liked the harp-style harness handle, the quick snap fastenings and the Unifly style harness.  The equipment is in tones of blues with gray and the leather is smooth and sturdy.  I will train with the leather harness first. Dog Three is black and looks great with a bright blue collar and coordinating leash.

 

We begin with obedience   indoors. He is responsive if a bit resistant, to be expected. I’ve got to prove I’m worth it. I’ve got to mimic the other handlers and raisers in voice, body language or be close enough to it for this dog to respond correctly. It gets better as we go.

 

After obedience, I harness up Dog Three and Andrea snaps on the training lead to Dog Three and we are off.  There is so much to feel and think through, so many little pulls, tweaks, and movements to understand. It’s a bit like exiting a topsy-turvy ride and walking off it, equilibrium trying to assert itself after the wild ride.

His turns are great. His pace and pull are good for me. he takes commands well. His gentle lips and whiskers remind me ofVerona. I think we will give one another the grace to bump around, find our center.  This moment, the moment he accepts  the treat from my hand is when I’ve become determined to make this work.

Later the same day, the mall is great for indoor work and we get to know one another better.  He indicates the change in floor textile where the store ends and the mall area begins. He stops  at the elevator. He stops or indicates  the ATM, the tables at the  coffee place, etc. He targets very well. To the chair, the door handle, the ramp leading into and from the mall.

 

Day Two

Dog Three and I learn how to walk together. I pull to the right and he is still learning how to compensate for it. This results in me veering when I don’t want us to and the trainer helps me. She observes what is happening and we begin working on solutions. One solution is using the Unifly harness because it has a single centered handle designed to eliminate exactly what I am doing.  It helps with his pull and pacing as well.

 

Dog Three and the two cats and dog in our home are getting along as if they have known one another already.

 

As for me, I am exhausted, my hips hurt and  I love it.  I’ve missed this so much. My body hurts in places  like  in my quads and  shoulders. This will pass.

 

Two routes per day is the goal. We are doing the sidewalk less route in the morning and the indoor route/walks with sidewalks in the afternoons.  There are recorded lectures and follow-ups with the school’s own lead Veterinarian and the advocacy lecture. Both are coming up soon.

 

Guide Dog Journal 🦮

| Filed under blindness Guide dogs

 

May 7, 2025

I flew to Cape Cod  last week. It was the first time I jumped aboard a plane since before the Pandemic. It was great flying again. The travel bug has returned.

 

While I spent five days with my sister and her wife in South Yarmouth, Massachusetts, Pat, the woman who raised my second guide dog, Bailey, visited. She brought her current guide dog in-training, nexie. She is a black lab, less than sixty pounds. She lay between Pat and I during lunch, placing her head on my foot.  When she did, I told myself my new dog would be with me soon and his big head would be propped on my foot soon.

 

It was wonderfully healing to be with Pat, talking about my second guide dog Bailey and his life with us. Until then I didn’t want to acknowledge the huge gap Bailey had filled and left due to his death early last year. Now, at least, I can begin learning how to allow myself how to love another guide dog.

 

The day after Pat left, she texted me a quick note. It said she found my new dog’s puppy raising region on social media. She said he has a big head and a soft face, which in dog terms means an intelligent expression. Jerry said he looks smart, the same way my first guide dog, Verona, had looked.

 

Now I am even more excited, and I want to shout it out to the world. I am going to meet him in eight days, and I cannot wait to feel his big head and introduce myself.

May 13, 2025, I spoke with dog three’s trainer yesterday. Her name is Andrea, and she is one of the Guide Dog Mobility Instructors, or GDMIs in the Specialized Training department for Guiding Eyes for the Blind. Now that I am older and often rely on a support cane, the admissions person thought my needs would be better addressed with a GDMI who will incorporate my other mobility challenges in addition to my blindness and receive a dog who is acclimated to a support cane when working with me. How cool is that? Andrea also works with the deafblind students and students with other disabilities. .

I got to pick out the color of dog Three’s collar, type of leash (biothane or leather) and booties. We talked about the types of harnesses and the harness handle. I prefer an ergo-style to ease the strain on my wrist.

 

We ordered dog food and today and tomorrow I am washing the dog beds and gathering up all the doggie paraphernalia I’ve collected over the years. I’ll donate some of it to a local shelter and   maybe Andrea will accept the dog booties for the equipment room back at the school. Hey, it’s all about reusing and upcycling now, right?

 

Jerry is so excited, and I know he will have to restrain himself. He will also need to pay attention and mind the rules for a while, something he doesn’t like.

 

May 15

Dog Day. It’s early evening in  Monroeville. The humid air keeps it from getting too cool. I am so nervous. I admit it to Jerry, who  seems amused by it.

 

The van pulls in and I feel the change coming.  I pray this match is everything for which I am hoping. It’s a quiet and simple greeting. He is curious but not overly excited.  I get a few sniffs, call his name and dispense a few treats. We go inside, he and my other dog are friendly and ten minutes later they are chasing one another in the back yard.  He doesn’t relieve himself until later after all the greetings are done and we are preparing for bed. He settles in on the tie-down on his new bed and soon we are all asleep.

 

 

Blogger Dodger 🙀

| Filed under blogging Guide dogs

Blogger Dodger? Yes,!

 

Let me explain. You know the grief tunnel many people talk about? You know the one where entering is dark and dismal and you are lost, often misdirected by false glimmers only to trip on some crack falling and rolling down to where you started?

Yup. Been like this since last March — saying goodbye to Bailey, my second guide dog.

 

The experience meant I avoided sharing how I felt until the real light came into view and I stepped into the warm, healing sunshine.  This means no more blog dodging or dodging why I retreated from life for a while.

🦮

Now that I’ve explained, I am also cautiously excited to share my third guide dog, whose name I will not share yet, is coming with his guide dog mobility instructor, or GDMI, on May 15 for ten days of training.

 

That’s right, these creaky joints will be thumping along beside a dog once again and I am fortunate to be able bodied enough to accomplish the task at home where I’ve lived for only 18 months. Jerry will be thrilled as will our pet dog, May.

 

The name reveal will be announced on Facebook.

Jerry has already started asking questions. When can I pet the dog? Will I be able to play with the dog? It’s been a long time since training with Bailey. It’s been a long time since the new guide dog protocols have been followed

I will need to assume the drill sergeant Mr. Pipp once again like I mentioned in my memoir, Follow Your Dog a Story of Love and Trust😉

Here’s to a warm and blessed Spring 🕊️

 

 

 

 

 

Word of the Year 🦮

| Filed under blindness Guide dogs

Yellow lab Bailey lick's Annie's face. She is laughing.Annie and yellow lab Bailey licking her face

The word for 2025: Doggedness

 

Definition — persistence in effort; tenacity or perseverance.

 

I have been reading essays and blog posts about choosing an action word for 2025. Being someone who doesn’t respond well to new year resolutions I decided to try a word of intent.

 

Looking back on 2024, I accomplished many good things with my husband by my side. We also felt the strain of transition. Leaving our home of over thirty years and relocating to a different State and the death of my retired guide dog, Bailey left us reeling. Jerry and I occupied ourselves with managing the house and we both acclimated fairly well in this respect. But as we settled into our new home and routines, the pain of losing Bailey became almost unbearable for me. Not only did I miss him in a physical sense, but I missed the loss of independence he provided being my guide dog. His illness and death cut me off from pushing ahead and taking full advantage of our new life here and what the community offered.

 

Bailey died on March 16, 2024. My heart has recovered enough to welcome my successor guide, though, only a few months ago I wasn’t ready and questioned if I was sufficiently healed to open my heart so soon.

 

Parting with our lives back in New York and embracing Pennsylvania and the quieter lifestyle and less frantic pace we both longed for many years was the expected, watching Bailey suffer and pass from complications brought on by lung cancer was the unexpected.

 

The depression and grief resulting from losing Bailey dragged me down, at times the light at the end of the tunnel dimmed to a pinprick.

Losing Bailey was like losing my eyesight – again –And had doubts about the mental effort it would take to step out of the darkness into the here and now, to feel the warmth of the sun on my soul.

 

Some days I wanted to sleep the entire day away but I didn’t. The motivation to get up and fight off the sadness kept me from giving up. I got back out using my white cane and regained some lost confidence. I am still avoiding going places on my own, though. The irrational fear of being dropped off in front of a strange building with no cell reception floods me with anxiety. I don’t have my dog to keep me safe if I get lost. I don’t know where I am. The entire geography is unfamiliar, unlike New York. In New York, if I didn’t know where I was, I still knew where I was.

 

Yes, it is March, my birthday month. I’ve reached the tunnel’s end, evident by this post tapping my chest and telling my heart to get ready for dog three. Telling myself I will hold onto a harness and fly again.

 

Here is where doggedness accents my life during 2025. I will be dogged about pushing past my fears, work towards training with another guide dog, and allow myself to remember Bailey, his big yellow labbbiness, big personality and tongue, and honor him by taking a chance on another canine partner.

 

 

 

 

I didn’t ignore your email, I was descriptathonning 👩‍💻

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This year’s DescriptAthon is over and our team, Cape Hatteras National Seashore (go team Rip!)  worked together to complete describing the images and map of the brochure, making the recorded information available  to blind and low vision visitors.  Each year the National Park Service, through a designated funding source, coordinates the program. During a three-day period, over 180 volunteers, comprised of park service employees, agencies, and people who are blind or who cannot read print, meet virtually and immerse themselves in audio description best practices.  This year 16 teams participated in the audio description adventure with daily presentations, practice breakouts and Q & A.  the result for each National Park is a completed, audio described version of the park’s brochure. The park service brochure contains graphics images, photos, and maps. Thanks to the dedicated park service employees, associated agencies, organizations and individuals working together, brochures are converted into an audio format. The recording can be played through the UNID app as audio or a combination of text and audio. The app is available for Apple and Android mobile devices.

 

This is a unique and caring space where people who are blind and low vision are valued. Our voices are heard along with the experts. We are asked to educate our sighted peers what is best when preparing descriptive text for the best user experience. The rule of thumb is: what you see is what we want to hear.   It is a place where we, the people with vision loss, work alongside sighted people who listen and want to make a difference. The collaborative atmosphere is fun and energetic.

 

The following poem and photo are a pairing I wanted to share. The photo is from the Cape Hatteras brochure.

Words hatch

heading toward the place

where sand meets water

 

 

DESCRIBING: A color photograph

SYNOPSIS:  A small green sea turtle hatchling is depicted making its way across wet sand.

DETAILED DESCRIPTION: In this color photograph, a green sea turtle hatchling is positioned in the center as it crawls across smooth, wet sand. Its dark, almost black, oval shell contrasts with its pale underbelly and lighter, textured limbs. The hatchling’s small, round head emerges prominently, with glossy, beady eyes reflecting light as it focuses ahead, moving towards the right of the image. Its front flippers are stretched forward, propelling it across the damp surface, leaving a faint trail behind in the wet sand. Around the turtle, delicate foamy bubbles cling to the sand, remnants of a recently receding wave. The wet sand glistens slightly in the pale sunlight, suggesting either dawn or dusk.

CAPTION: Green sea turtle hatchling

 

CREDIT: In Pee Es

A close-up photo of a recently hatched sea turtle. It is on the sand and seems to be heading for the water
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warm thoughts on a cold day

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Got cabin fever? How about some reading to help pass the time.

Hop on over to

https://pattysworlds.com/sublime-sunday-reading-presents-featured-author-of-the-week-ann-chiappetta/

 

and read an interview I submitted for Patty’s Worlds blog. If you haven’t checked Patty’s books, why not find out about them while you’re visiting.

 

Guest Poet Blue April

| Filed under blogging Poem writing

A Poem By Blue April

thinking of You, Me, Us

all alone in my room
no one’s awake

thinking of you, me, us.

4:30 a.m. lying down
staring at the darkness

thinking of you, me, us.

I turn on the TV
the song plays and

I’m thinking of you, me, us.

on the floor
hours pass, all alone

again, thinking of you, me, us.

together better in a dream
so I sleep

still thinking of you, me, us

 2010

2024 Creativity Check-In ✅

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The 2024 Creativity Check-In

 

“Rejected pieces aren’t failures; unwritten pieces are.”

—    Greg Daugherty.

 

It felt like a year of rejections. I’d increased submitting my work in 2023, mostly poems. The ‘R’ dominated the accepted/rejected submissions column on my spreadsheet.

 

It was a pivotal point in my writing life.  I admit I pouted, my husband remarked I sounded cranky. I asked a few of my trusted friends what they thought of my poems. In general, they said my poems were understandable, made them feel something and the imagery and metaphor wasn’t confusing or trite. A good response. But I wanted my poems to be better.  I wanted to learn how to craft poetry with memorable themes, with a message, once read, would not be easy to forget. Based on the number of rejections from editors I was not reaching those goals, at least not yet. I did not want my work to be “nice”, I wanted my work to be “Wow”.

 

I was recovering  from a string of serious grief provoking circumstances. The loss of my job in 2019 and the  death of my first guide dog in 2020 during the height of the pandemic.  Add the emotional toll my husband and I bore resulting from  the death of my second guide dog in early 2023 and being estranged from our first-born child for the last five years. It is understandable I sought  an avenue of expression which also proved cathartic but did not achieve  the accolades I craved.

 

The spark of creativity fueled by the last four years of my personal journey was rich in potential themes. How to plumb those depths became my focus.  I trolled the interwebs, found poets and writers who felt equally as stuck. It wasn’t writer’s block, it felt like I’d taken a wrong turn and couldn’t exit the traffic circle.

 

Thankfully asking others what they might do if faced with a similar creative conundrum, through personal conversations and the interwebs, I formed a plan.

 

Theoretically I could  submit to as many publishing calls as I fancied but I first had to write the quality poems  editors and journals sought. The next thing was to find poetry writing workshops and focused critique groups  with good mentorship and instruction. A few weren’t the right fit. One  instructor, however, offered a structured critique group and it checked all my boxes.   The groups did not exceed six poets, it was conducted over Zoom, including written commentary and suggestions for each poem submitted and  the sessions were recorded.

 

During the first session of a series of workshops in 2023 I shared I felt lost creatively and I wanted to unplug the emotions using poetry. The kind and caring attitude of not only the facilitator, john, but also the other poets, lent me the confidence to focus on  capturing the emotions and crafting the imagery and metaphoric language. Being open to constructive and kind feedback from the other poets and providing my own feedback to their poems encouraged me to become more confident and adjust my assumptions regarding the messages poets mean to convey in their quest of expression within their work. What became clear to me was I could address my grief   and the losses I bore using poetic devices I’d previously did not feel practiced enough to employ. Releasing  emotions, experimenting with and validating and recording them on a document healed me from within.

 

By the end of  2023 I’d completed a few workshops and my writing friends commented positively regarding the shift in style and power of the messages expressed in my work. A second opportunity developed for a second more intimate critique group. Two other poets and I began meeting weekly for a generative fellowship. I loved reading their work. Thanks to their mentorship,  I practiced how to offer kind and concise constructive feedback.  A spark of hopefulness morphed into energetic motivation. I began crafting , improving and sculpting poems evident by the feedback received by both my critique group and those outside it. I was finally getting somewhere.

 

It’s the end of 2024 and I am happy to share the acceptance rate of my poetry submissions is much improved. The quality of my poems has also improved and my friends and colleagues have noticed. The best part of my development is I feel more in control of my creative effort and it is conveyed in my work with a confidence and flair I willingly share with both poets and those who love reading and benefitting from reading poetry. I discovered other people cared about me and my creative efforts.

 

John Sibley Williams: John Sibley Williams

Behind Our Eyes Writers with Disabilities: www.behindoureyes.org

 

Find me on bluesky:  @anniecauthor.bsky.social — Bluesky

 

 

 

 

A Winter Themed Poem 🎅

| Filed under Poem

 

Ann Chiappetta

 

Winter Man

 

 

Jolly white bearded men appear

 

when the ground  is frosted and sleepy

 

a ready smile and twinkle in the eye

 

did he pluck a candy from behind your ear?

 

some say he is an Urban Myth

 

a commercial pretense

 

or  the world’s  nicest Wise Guy

 

attended by a North pole mafioso

 

slaloming across  time zones

 

tracked by NORAD

 

 

 

 

guest Post by Trish 😞

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If you like Trish’s post, email and let her know.

 

Facebook Blues

by Trish Hubschman

plutzhub@gmail.com

 

I’m off Facebook now.

For that, I’m not sad.

The frustration it caused was too high.
To rid of it, I’m glad.

 

I hope not to be gone forever.

And won’t be gone too long.

I hope to build my friends list again.

And not get the names wrong.

 

Being off is okay though.

It had become a tangled  mess.

Facebook was too controlling and didn’t care.

A result of today’s technology, I guess.

 

I have no way of contacting folks,

To say I am presently not there.

That is another thing that ticks me off.

For sure, it Isn’t fair.

 

I’ll be back,

Just wait AND SEE.

When you get my friend request,

know it’s me.

 

 

Trish Hubschman, author of the Tracy Gayle mystery series https://www.dldbooks.com/hubschman/

 

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