Last year, at about this time, new puppies came into our group at the rate of about one per month. "Doing the math" means that they have been leaving us lately at a similar rate.
Arthur and Tapir left for college today. Looking back, it's been a fun year for both of them.
Tapir:
Arthur:
The Big Day came, as The Big Day always does -- Guide Dog U!
That adoring look we've come to know...
After the requisite "IFT portraits," the waiting begins. Each dog is given his moment in the sun, but in no particular order. So raisers must wait as anticipation builds.
Arthur's "happy tail" confirms that the dogs are cool as cukes!
The trainers come to spirit the dogs away, one by one. Mercifully, this happen quickly; excitement and newness are the hallmarks of the day, rather than prolonged goodbyes.
Trotting off happily -- that's what we want. "Roommates? I get roommates?"
"Are you gonna be my trainer? I like you. What time's dinner around here?"
Puppy hugging, tours, speeches, and awards round out the program. But if the truth be told, most puppy raisers are in a bit of a fog after the handovers. We know why we do this job, and we relinquish our pups with pride. But we mourn the routine that we knew for a year. Tough breed, puppy raisers!
Arthur and Tapir, Larry and Peggy, Michael and Loretta -- your puppy group is with you at this bittersweet time. Thank you for your dedication to preparing your puppies for their potential careers. Godspeed.