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    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

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3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
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Through Gilly's Eyes: Memoirs of a Guide Dog

Through Gilly's Eyes: Memoirs of a Guide Dog

Vanfossan, Matthew

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ISBN10: 0988656701
ISBN13: 9780988656703
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Jan 8 2013
Pages: 330
Weight: 0.92
Height: 0.74 Width: 5.50 Depth: 8.50
Language: English
WHAT WOULD YOU DO ... if you were sitting in school one morning and suddenly found you couldn't see? When it happens to Matt VanFossan during his third year of college, it's the start of a life he hasn't planned on and definitely doesn't want. A few months later, paired with a guide dog, he's still in a state of denial. But Matt's new companion, named Gilly, isn't one for self-pity - or modesty. He describes himself as one of the handsomest dogs at guide dog school. A keen observer of the human condition, especially his human's condition, Gilly provides a running commentary on Matt's progress. And as Gilly and Matt learn to work together, the two gradually forge a relationship that transcends the ordinary bonds between dog and man. From dog training school then back to college, from home and on to Brazil, Gilly relates their story with humor and insight. Through challenging adventures, new friendships, and ultimately, lasting love, Gilly provides Matt with guidance and companionship for six years - a lifetime that will last forever. Not a dog lover? You will be once you've finished this tale and looked at the world through Gilly's eyes. FROM THE BOOK: Matt and I made our first solo foray onto campus. I had no idea where we were going, and Matt, it turned out, had only a vague one. The two of us made an extremely awkward team. As we started off down the block, he began counting his steps in a low voice. Smart boy, I thought. I wouldn't be able to find our house on the very first return trip. He'd be able to cue me on the way back. Unfortunately, walking and counting at the same time didn't seem to be one of his strengths. I distinctly heard him say the number 'sixty' twice. Then, I heard him curse. Finally, we reached the intersection. 'Two hundred and fourteen, ' he announced. Give or take a few dozen, I thought.

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