Morey

Morey
Morey, My 2nd Service Dog

Friday, November 30, 2012

Halloween Humiliation

When Grandma came to visit, she brought Morey a selection of Halloween costumes to try out. Because he looked so cute in both of them, rather than choosing just one, I decided to have him wear both. Both costumes were the opposite of his real life circumstances, which made them even more funny.

Morey started off the morning in his heifer costume. This was to contrast his usual bovine affiliation as a longhorn. I don’t think Morey appreciated the halloween humor, but he looked pretty adorable as a heifer!

 

His afternoon costume was a devil costume complete with a cape (with a tail) and horns. Obviously, this contrasts Morey’s usual behavior as a perfect angel. Although I dressed him as a devil, I am happy to report that he did not take on any devilish behaviors. J Although Morey is used to wearing his vest, his devil cape came down farther on his back and it must have felt odd to him as he walked. The tail also kept brushing against his back legs and so he seemed a bit like a devil with a twitch.
 

 

 

This was my first real experience with trick or treating (I’ve never lived in a neighborhood where kids can walk door to door) and probably Morey’s first experience as well. He was dressed in his heifer costume for the occasion. At the first ring of the doorbell, Morey went to his bed as his usual response. I called him over to see the kids and he came over eagerly. When they simply took candy and left, he looked at me like, what was that about? Usually when people come to the door, they come inside and then usually procede to greet Morey. By the third round of trick-or-treaters, Morey didn’t even bother to get up. I think he was tired of all the hubbub associated with Halloween!

Road Trip!

Living in Texas means that most of the rugby tournaments we attend involve flying. However, we have Texas Cup tournaments where the teams from Texas (Dallas, Houston, Austin, and San Antonio) compete at 2 day tournaments hosted by the different teams. Our most recent tournament was in Houston which mean the first real road trip I had taken with my new Mazda. I packed up Morey and my gear and off we went!

Because I am the only female on the team, I usually get my own hotel room (unless you count sharing with Morey). I had been wanting to give Morey a bath for a long time, but just hadn’t made the time for it at home. I knew after our games we would have the evening to ourselves and so I packed Morey’s shampoo and decided to bathe him at the hotel. He was not expecting this, but the universal symbol of calling him into the bathroom and putting cotton in his ears tipped him off to what was about to happen. He reluctantly jumped in the tub and patiently submitted to being bathed. After he was done he got "the zoomies" and raced around the room trying to rid himself of the trauma of bath.
By the time we went to bed, Morey had dried off and seemed to forgive me for giving me a bath. We had a king bed and somehow even with a king-size bed, I ended up about 6 inches from the edge while Morey had the entire rest of the bed. Guess some things never change!

Cross Cultural Confusion

Living in Austin Texas means that there is quite a prevalence of Spanish speakers in the community. The language is spoken by a good number of the community and there are Spanish labels on groceries, billboards in Spanish. Unfortunately, I am not among the Spanish speakers, although learning Spanish is on my to-do list (right now I think I may have time for that in 2015). When I come in contact with Spanish speakers, I have to break out my gestural skills and hope we can get our point across.

A few weeks ago I was shopping at a store with Morey. The clientel was primarily Hispanic and most of the conversations I overhead were conducted in Spanish. As I turned down one aisle, I heard a child saying “Perro, perro”, which I know means dog. Soon the mother of the child walked him over and started encouraging him to pet Morey by petting him herself and pulling the child toward Morey. I asked her in English not to pet him because he was working, but the message didn’t go through. I didn’t want to pull Morey away and make her think he was mean or dangerous (something that happens frequently within black communities) so in this situation I just let her finish petting him and then left as quickly as I could. There wasn’t any real harm done-Morey wasn’t distracted by the petting-but I wanted to be able to educate them just as I would anyone else who had acted that way.
When I went home for Thanksgiving, I asked my sisters who know Spanish how to say “Please don’t touch. He is working” in Spanish; "Por favor no lo toque. El esta trabajando". I am sure I will have an opportunity to use this in the future, as this is  cross cultural confusion is not an isolated event. Hopefully they don’t ask questions in Spanish beyond that, because I won’t be able to answer!

Bagpipe Surprise

One Sunday at church we had a man playing bagpipes for our processional hymn at the start of the service. He started at the back of the church and made his way to the front as he played. At the sound of the first note, Morey was on his feet and turned around, trying to identify where this unique noise was coming from. As the man walked down the aisle (and toward us) Morey remained stiff and alert, not sure what kind of thing this was. Once the bagpipes had passed us, I tried to settle Morey back in a “down” but he didn’t want to let this strange looking and sounding object out of his sight. As the song continued, I was sure Morey was going to start howling. Because he is usually so perfect, other church members were noticing Morey’s unusual reaction (and enjoying his consternation). Once the song was over, Morey shook off and settled back down for the remainder of the service. Afterward, I had several members comment on how alert he had been. I guess he had never been socialized to the sound of bagpipes!

Apologies

Morey and I would like to extend an apology to our devoted readers for the absence of posts recently. This time it is certainly not due to lack of interesting adventures to report-on the contrary-I have had to start a list so I make sure to keep y’all informed about our comings and goings. We have been on the road for the past 3 weekends for rugby and Thanksgiving and have been finishing up assignments for school which doesn't leave much time for posting. But, now that my final paper for the semester has been written, I am now free to catch up on my fun writing. Enjoy!