Vote for me to get a Tug Marathon!?!!

What’s with the Title of this Quinn you might ask? I’m inspired as you
might note from some of the below tales but first the scoop on the
Title. I’ve basically been observing the internet advertising trends and
told Dad I want in on the payoff. We currently have 1123 folks who have
clicked “Like” on our 2020 Vision Quest facebook page. So Dad says if it
gets to 1154 by April 1 that he will ensure I get a five minute tug
session every hour from noon until midnight and that this is no April
Fool’s prank! So help me get this by sending people (and yourselves) to
our facebook page and giving us a Like. It takes less than thirty folks
to get me the Marathon and I’ll write a blog post that weekend WITH

So what has me in a Marathon mood you might ask? Well despite the chilly
temperatures Dad started our solo running officially today. He donned
his Patriot Fleece (despite that whole lock-out mess) and we set off. It
was a good initial run and I never worked up a pant – though truth be
told we dogs pant for heat release not because we run short of breath.
Heat wasn’t a concern so I coasted while Dad on the other hand…well
let’s just say I worked him hard! We did well and there will be many
more daily runs ahead, some shorter and some longer. Why might you ask?

Last year we were the first team, well Guide dog and blind lug, to
undertake the Lowell “Irish Feet are Running” 5 mile road race. This
year with the encouragement of Brent Bell and a couple of UNH classes we
have a different notion. Dad says I have to reinforce the notion of
responsibility with this sharing. The Boston Marathon is on Patriot Day
(of course!) in April. All the official runners will get underway and
make history and shortly after a veritable army of ‘bandits’ will also
run the route. Now some folks don’t like Bandits vastly because an
irresponsible bandit is a problem. They use resources intended for the
runners and worse, some might be in the way of official runners. We are
undertaking several steps to run half of the Boston marathon with
responsibility. We will make a personal donation to the appropriate
organization who provides the race support. We will depart only after
the qualified runners have past and we will do our best to decline any
of those consumable resources for the other runners. There’s more but
I’m just the Guide here so you better watch for Dad’s more official
reports coming soon on that blog they keep. There
are blind runners at Boston but none who use a Guide Dog that we know
about so I may very well be the first and if all goes well…perhaps
next year…you get the idea!

Meanwhile, I took Dad into Boston yesterday. Actually our friend Chad
drove us into Boston but I took over from there. We had an appointment
at Mass General Hospital Genetics in the hopes of figuring out what’s
wrong with Dad. They hope to confirm Mitochondrial Disease but I could
tell them it’s insufficient Tug with Quinn! At the hospital we showcased
the Disappearing Dog trick to rave reviews and a request for an encore.
Basically when Dad sits in waiting room style seating he wants me to get
under the chair to keep me safe from others sitting beside us or walking
in front. He has me sit in front of him and then says “Disappear” which
is my trigger to lay down and back up quickly and thus seemingly vanish.
Folks think it is amazing and I happily did a repeat…with Charlee Bear
rewards of course!
So last note of this quick update. Many folks very kindly gave us help
during the day. Unfortunately many do this by taking action without
asking. It is amazing how often this ‘help’ can be less than ideal. In
the ideal they would ask “Is there a way I could help you” or something
similar. The intent is still appreciated though the results sometimes a
little challenging. One trick of note is when Dad cannot use me, say in
a crowded Doctor exam room, and they want him to sit. They verbally note
a table for him in front and then he reaches forward to find it with his
hand before sitting on it. Unfortunately if it’s just beyond the edge of
his reach, he is fully extended forward when they often grab his arm and
pull him further. Imagine the edge of your reach and balance and then
getting a tug – not pretty! Much easier to let me put my nose on it or
to have them tap it…all of which we could do if they would ask before
doing! This Quinn public service announcement brought to you by the
sponsor a Tug Marathon Society!

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