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!
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...
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