If there is any interest, I could post an essay toying with some ideas about how to tweak the Americans with Disabilities Act so that government employers actually obey it.Â For the moment, I’ll simply note that gimps such as myself are well advised to have a Plan B for when they don’t.Â If you must rely on someone for help with activities of daily living, man’s best friend is a better bet than your fellow man.Â I don’t walk well and I’m even less skillful at standing on the subway.Â For seven years, I had loyal service all day and every day from a Shiloh Shepherd named CJ’s Blue Smoke & Mirrors.Â He never grumbled about working and the worst thing he ever did was to snore while a judge was
droning addressing counsel.Â I was so grieved by Blue’s death that it took two years to get up the gumption to move forward, and now the day is upon me.Â On Monday and Tuesday, I’ll be training with my new partner, and then we’ll be on the job together in Boston.Â Here he is:
Honestly, I feel like I’m embarking on an arranged marriage.Â I’m worried about everything.
For those of you who may not know how dogs help gimps, you may enjoy reading the NEADS website.Â If you like the idea of prison reform, check out the Prison Pup Partnership video.Â Don’t watch the video about Canines for Combat Veterans unless you have Kleenex handy.
And one other thing.Â My new dog was born in the Czech Republic and his name is Cormet, which really doesn’t work for me.Â Among other things, it’s a strange sound to the American ear, so unless I change it, I can plan on spending a lot of time repeating and spelling it.Â Dogs don’t care if you change their names.Â To a dog, a name is just that sound the two-legged one makes when she wants your attention.Â So I’d love some ideas.Â I’ve considered Reacher, Jake and Rover, but I’m stuck.