That’s what we always say as we’re heading out the door.
It’s our guide dog trainee’s last week with us. I’ve been concentrating on that instead of writing. On Sunday we’ll be driving Spice to Tacoma to meet the puppy truck. She’ll be evaluated medically to determine whether it would be best for her to become a breeder, or continue the final four months of training with a potential blind owner. If she fails the physical, she comes back to us as a pet and mentor for future trainees. If she becomes a breeder, she retires after five or so litters, and if her techs don’t keep her (they usually don’t), she comes back to us. If she becomes a guide, that’s her career for 6-8 years after which her blind owner may choose to keep her as a pet (50/50 chance), or she will come back to us for her retirement. Unless she flunks the physical, we will be dogless for at least a few months. We’re fine about it. Really. It’s not often you can guarantee such a good life for someone you love. Barring unexpected disease, all the probable outcomes are extremely positive.