I just found out they’re going to neuter Lomax. According to a trainer in the GDA puppy department, they “found something in the lines” that made them decide to fix ’em. It sounded like she was speaking in the plural, so while she didn’t specifically say the whole litter, if there’s something in the lines they want to discontinue, it makes sense. She said “they’d still make great guides,” so it’s apparently nothing too serious, but I haven’t had a chance to speak with her directly because I didn’t get her message in time. I won’t know until Monday, which kills me!
After all my lamenting, my soliloquies on the difficulty of reining in a four-legged teenage boy in spring-loaded furry tap shoes, I am feeling a little sad. My roomie is feeling the same way.
It’s not just that there will be no little Lomaxes (Lomices?), or that he has individually been rejected. I think what makes me sad is the possibility that there will be no breeder from the whole litter. I didn’t seriously think they’d make him a breeder (in my opinion, he’s a little nuttier — pardon the pun and sorry, Lomax — than some of his sibs), but I was looking forward to hearing a happy announcement that Liam or one of his other littermates had been chosen to pass on their fine qualities. They really are terrific dogs, these guys.
But the…ahem, procedure…really will make the rest of our time together easier, on both of us, so I’m focusing on that.