All throughout high school, I'd worked with dogs, Labradors, training them for potential guide work in their futures. This was hard. Sure, financially it was not a burden, as they were provided for by the organization, but my time was completely dictated by whatever current dog I had. Also, the training requirements were on-going and quite demanding; it was all worth it and fun to do, but nonetheless did take a lot of time and practice. I'd never take back the experiences I had with Guiding Eyes for the Blind, but having done it for four years, I felt quite sure I knew what having my own dog would entail and decided I wanted one once out of school. But a lower key kind of dog that wouldn't demand quite as much of my time. This is how I found greyhounds, the notorious 40mph couch potato.
When I adopted Ferguson a month after I graduated, I was convinced I was ready to take up any challenge the dog offered me. And, I mean, I was, and our bond is quite unlike any other. However, it is safe to say that he was not the easiest dog and that had Winry been my first dog, I'd have likely not have gotten a second for several more years. Ferguson for whatever reason became hopelessly smitten and devoted to me, probably because at this point in my life, I was home all the time and worked in a place where he was always welcome. I tried to do practiced separation that would have probably worked for the average dog, but for him, it was not nearly rigid enough, which I didn't learn until too late. Here, things got sticky, and I feel pretty sure in saying that most other kids my age wouldn't have been able to work with him through his drastic increase of separation anxiety; heck, I had experience with it and it would often drive me batty.
|"But I make super cute faces!"|
|Having fun at the park!|
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