My Dad stold my dog (story)
When I was 17 I raised a puppy for a seeing eye dog program. It was a program run through our 4-H. People would often ask me how I could raise a puppy them give it away. I told them I knew it was for a good cause and it was a mind set. I knew the dog was not mine so even if I loved it it had another purpose.
My first dog was Lars, a black lab. When the puppies arrived they were already named and assigned. As I watched them in their cage I saw one that I really wanted. I was drawn to it. And surprisingly it was the one chosen for me.
Lars was an amazing dog. He learned fast and knew all his commands. I had to take him to businesses, downtown and any place a blind person might go. He had certain rules we had to follow but he also was a puppy and dog. We had many wonderful memories of him that we could set aside. I had to watch my dad as he tried to break the seeing eye dog rules.
I was informed after a year it was his time to leave us and asked if I would take another dog to train. I said yes. I was told my new dog would be ready in about 6 weeks and it would be a german shepherd. It was a sad day when they took Lars but I knew he would be helping someone so it was fine. He was well trained and I knew he would help someone have a better life.
Six weeks later I got a call. My new dog was ready top be shipped and I could pick it up in a week.
They also had bad news for me. Lars was declined from the seeing eye dog program. I was shocked. He flunked his health test. He had Hip Dysplasia. I had two choices,. I could take the dog back or with that issue it would be put down. I was heartbroken. I had one new dog coming and one here. Taking Lars back would be difficult. I told them I would talk to my family.
We had a long talk. Mom was hesitant and dad wanted the dog. So did I but I knew it would be difficult. As a family we decided he deserved to have a life and live here. With a health issue he had to be fixed before he came back.
So the day I picked up my new trainee, I also picked up Lars. He recognized me immediately and was pleased to be home.
Lars was used to being walked 3 times a day for training so he joined me training the next dog, Sheba. Actually he probably did most of the training as Sheba had to do as well as he did. She left me early for the program, at 8 months which is amazing for a shepherd. And yes, she passed!
I did not take another dog as I was preparing to take college classes so now Lars could be spoiled rotten and do all the things he could not before.
During the next few years I had to leave for college classes at times and Dad slowly took over ther dog, or stolen him as I joked. I lost control on snacks, begging at the table, etc..
Dad took the dog every where with him. He drove a flat bed in this area and the two were seem together all the time and ofte eating ice cream con3es at the local ice cream stand.
I'm glad my dad had Lars as his right hand man. And wow, did he spoil him rotten!
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