While ambling along a quiet beach with my husband near our home, our attention was caught by a water skier in the distance. As we stood watching him zip at high speed across the bay, we were interrupted by a gentle nuzzling at our legs. My husband and I were being greeted by a youngish black Labrador who then stood stock still, gazing up at us. Although we recognise many dogs in our area, we hadn’t seen this fine-looking companion before. Given his keenness to make our acquaintance, we said hello and patted him, trying to discern his message, before a woman arrived and apologised. No need, we said. The woman explained that the dog had – er – prematurely left Guide Dogs’ puppy school due to his – um – free spirit. We couldn’t help but laugh. Upon our asking, the woman described a straightforward-sounding application process for rehoming a free-spirited puppy pupils or dogs retiring from service.
The woman explained that the dog had – er – prematurely left Guide Dogs’ puppy school due to its – um – free spirit
Having considered rehoming a dog from a rescue centre for some months, we decided instead to apply to Guide Dogs.
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