I got all excited today out by my mailbox. There was a letter from SEGD. Could this be the letter we have been anxiously waiting for? The letter that will put an end to the raging hormones running around our house disguised as a dog? The letter that will save our young sons’ virtue? The letter that will put Joey one step closer to becoming a real guide dog? PLEASE, let this be the letter telling us to take him in to be neutered! I didn’t tear into it like a madman out on the street, I maintained a degree of decorum while I was out where the neighbors could see me. Once I got in the house, I tore into that envelope like Joey trying to get a treat out of his kong toy.
I got the letter out and unfolded. I started to read. I heard somebody screaming “NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO”! It may have been me. My youngest son, Colby, asked me what was wrong. It must have been me. I looked at the letter again. I read it very slowly and carefully, but it still said the same thing. Joey is being considered for the breeding program.
Now of course we are very proud that Joey is special enough to be considered to sire offspring for SEGD. We are happy to do our part in raising him to do what ever they determine is best. Joey is also very anxious to do his part. We just have a personal preference to see him actually bring light into somebody’s dark world. Yea, yea, I know he could help a lot more people by having pups as great as he is, but we are selfish. We want to see him help just one.Congratulations, Big Joe. You get to keep them for a while longer.