Miley was back with her family. I was still in "puppy lust," maybe more so after my two weeks with sweet little Miley. I didn't think I could wait until "Meet Your Best Friend at the Zoo" in May before adopting a puppy.
Back to searching. Click, click, click of the mouse and soon I'm lost in the tentacles of the World Wide Web.
What's this? Somehow I land on the Leader Dogs for the Blind website. This organization is not far from my home; over the years I've watched the campus expand and modernize.
Click, click, click and here is information about adopting a "career-changed" (cc'd) dog. I knew someone who had adopted a cc'd Leader Dog--maybe this is what I should do. Looks like so many people want to adopt one of these dogs that Leader Dogs is not even taking applications right now!
Click, click, click. Raise a puppy. Hmmmmmm.... Andy!
We talk it over. Well...I rationalize to Andy why raising a puppy for Leader Dogs for the Blind is the absolute best thing for me to do. I want to adopt every puppy I see; raising a Leader Dog puppy meant that I could raise one, turn it in, and start with another one. I will practice my dog-training skills, learn new techniques, and help someone to boot! How could we lose? If Gypsy cannot tolerate a new addition, we are not committed to a lifetime with a dog--after turning in the puppy I wouldn't have to raise another one.
With Andy's consent, if not his blessing, I submit my application. And wait. Gypsy might have something else to say about it...