Category Archives: Service Dogs

Crowded House

Another post in my continuing “Days of Yore” series, catching up on long-overdue photos of Truman’s final days as a puppy-in-training….

August 30, 2008 — Crowded House

It was at Service Dog G’s house that I received the dreaded phone call from GDA, letting me know that Truman had been “career changed,” and asking if I intended to adopt him (read the whole story if you like). To make a long story short, Wolf and I picked him up a few days later and brought him back to a very crowded house. Truman and G were already friends, and it didn’t take long with Imriel, either.

“What are you looking at? Can’t a couple of guys just hang out and share our feelings, talk about manly-dog stuff over a cool, refreshing tile floor?”

“No, you’re right. We need to be play-fighting and teeth-rattling with giant fangs out, like crazy vampire dogs. There. That’s much better. Then when we’re done here, we’re going to get our little friend and line up as if we intend to let you take a lovely photo. Then we’re going to make weird faces and give you the scary-supernatural-dog eyeballs. It’ll be fun. Watch this.”

It was quite the fun-filled few days.

Unfortunately, once I was back home in my apartment, being responsible for both boys wasn’t going to work out — between living in a third-floor apartment and having to drive to work 45 minutes away and leave a dog at home, there was just too much juggling and contingency planning and all-around chaos for me to handle by myself. I had taken the Imriel assignment thinking that Truman would be in training for at least a little while, so the speed of his triumphant return came as an “uh-oh, NOW what?” surprise. Fortunately, Imriel was perfectly happy to spend the rest of his Southern California visit at the home of my puppy group co-leaders, who are excellent dog trainers and enthusiastic “Shepherd people.”

Imriel is now career changed himself, and living happily with his original puppy raiser. I still think of him occasionally, with great fondness.

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Race Relations

August 29, 2008 — International relations were strained today as representatives from Labrador, Thailand and Germany met to discuss the centuries-old enmity between their respective nations.

Imriel in the House of G

Another post in my continuing “Days of Yore” series, catching up on long-overdue photos of Truman’s final days as a puppy-in-training….

August 29, 2008 — Imriel in the House of G

I had another house-and-dog-sitting gig at the home of service dog “G” and her people, and Imriel tagged along. So for a week or thereabouts, I was to be in charge of someone else’s house, someone else’s service dog, someone else’s cat, and someone else’s GDA puppy-in-training.

By myself.

Obviously, I did live to tell the tale, so you may infer that it went well. I was constantly counting heads, and we had some silly fun.  The most amazing moment was probably when things became so quiet one evening that the cat — who was NOT excited about the presence of even a well-behaved German Shepherd in the house — ventured out of her hiding place and joined me, G and Imriel in the living room.

G Love

Another post in my continuing “Days of Yore” series, catching up on long-overdue photos of Truman’s final days as a puppy-in-training….

July 13, 2008 — G Love

Sweet little G took a liking — and occasionally a licking — to Wolf.

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What Up, G?

Another post in my continuing “Days of Yore” series, catching up on long-overdue photos of Truman’s final days as a puppy-in-training….

July 13, 2008 — What Up, G?

When I was out grocery shopping in my neighborhood one day, I had the good fortune to meet a family with a working service dog. Because I recognized the dog’s jacket (from another school), I introduced myself as a puppy raiser for GDA and we struck up a conversation. To make a long story short, I ended up house-and-dogsitting for them a few times while they went out of town on not-so-dog-friendly trips.

I enjoyed having a house and yard to myself for a few days, and Truman was ecstatic (as always) to be with another dog. Now, this other dog (we’ll call her “G”) is no spring chicken, and is not used to having to deal with an exuberant young four-legged punk, but she really held her own! When she felt like playing, we had a fine few minutes of racing around and play-bowing and barking and toy-stealing. Then when she was done, she was done, and would let him know.

G liked Truman’s squeaky octopus so much, we decided she should keep it.