Lucky Number Seven

Guide Dog Lomax, the “Number One Son” of my own personal Labrador story, turns seven years old today. SEVEN. That’s unthinkable to me. I’m assuming this is a taste of how parenthood feels (you know…parenting those *two*-legged beings, an experience I’ve yet to have). Does time really not accelerate? Because it sure does feel like it.

As far as I know, Lomax is still out there working with his partner, keeping her confident, independent and safe. And so is his equally SuperDog-like brother, Guide Dog Liam. Those are some handsome boys, and smart, too.

Happy birthday, fellas. We love you, miss you, think of you often, and are very proud of you.

IT’S ALIIIIIIVE!

Resurrected more times than Lazarus, the blog shall rise again!

It’s been six months to the day since we left Southern California for Pennsylvania, and while the events of my last entry took the wind out of my blogging sails for a while, I’m ready to come back.

I have a lot to tell you…the, er, three or four of you who are still out there reading, that is. Truman likes to think of you as his loyal fans.

Yes, there will be photos.

Stay tuned. (Do people even say that anymore?)

Very Sad News

I wanted to make this announcement myself, because I know some of you are likely to hear of it elsewhere, and I want to prevent the scuttlebutt from getting around before the truth does. Please bear with me and read this entire post before you form any opinions.

Unfortunately, GDA has reversed the decision to allow us to finish Jethro’s puppy training in Pennsylvania. He will be re-homed upon our move in March.

Of course, I am heartbroken.

I appealed to the decision maker respectfully and to the best of my ability, but there is nothing further I can do. I will comply with the mandate and try to make the best of things as I enjoy the time I have left with Jethro. We will spend that time as we would have spent it before: training, obedience, puppy raiser meetings, house manners, outings for socialization and public exposure. There is still a goal ahead of us, and I will continue to pursue it with him even though I won’t be the one beside him when he achieves it.

There are no further details at this time, and I respectfully ask those of you connected with GDA to not let this become grist for the rumor mill. I absolutely do not want there to be any unpleasant ramifications for the puppy department staffers, whom I hold in high regard.

Regardless of my personal opinions about these circumstances, I still maintain that GDA runs an excellent program, both for their volunteers and their visually impaired constituents. The dogs are top-notch. The program staff is amazing. People benefit from the life-changing mission of the organization.

Jethro and I appreciate your friendship, encouragement and discretion.

We Have House!

Hooray!!!!!

We have a place to live in Pennsylvania! A lovely townhouse, with plenty of room for the boys to romp (nice basement…or “shuffletorium,” as I’m calling it). The owners met with our pack leader, and were sufficiently impressed by his portrayal of our fine and well-mannered Labradors that they agreed to rent us the place, even though they would not normally consider someone with two big dogs. It’s going to cost us a little more in rent than the other places we looked at (with one-dog mandates), and we are paying a double pet deposit, but it’s worth it to have a home for all four of us.

I’m relieved, I’m thrilled, I’m excited. We have a 12-month lease (and I have a square-footage count)!

You Can’t Stop Him…

…you can only hope to cone-tain him!

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No Reading the Tea Leaves

I look at the “Los Angeles” mug I’m drinking my tea out of, and wonder whether it will make me sigh someday and miss my hometown, or if our life will be so different-but-better that drinking out of the mug will make me laugh and remind me of my own shortsightedness. I imagine I’ll have intermittent moments both ways.

Either way, I’m excited. Life seems full of possibility right now, and I am full of joy.

Wherever we end up, I’m sure the dogs will just roll with it — possibly even roll IN it — and be absolutely fine. There’s a lot to be learned from a dog.

Freaky, Freaky, FREAKY

Silly stuff happens to me all the time, but rarely is it something so well-timed as to be freaky.

I had just (JUST!) finished reading a Facebook status updated posted by Jeanie, one of Jethro’s littermates, that said, “All my molars fell out and new ones are already poking through, my human is trying to help but I am just too crabby to notice. I will try some tummy rubs and ice again tomorrow but today, it’s just not working.

I had literally (and I know how to use that word properly) just finished reading that, when I heard a click, like something very small had dropped onto the wood floor near the chair where I was sitting. I looked down, near where Jethro lay. He was also looking at what had made the sound.

IT WAS ONE OF HIS TEETH.

I am not making this up.

It does help to explain why he was extra cranky and complainy last night.