|A gift from CCI pup in training, Rocket.|
Rocket is being raised in Colorado and has his own dog blog.
Gimme the purple one.
Don't draw a dog. It'll just make you sad.
With purple crayon poised over the white butcher paper covering the restaurant table, I hesitate. What to draw while we're awaiting our pasta dinners? Sorely lacking in any artistic ability, I could do the same clever little cartoon fish that I usually scrawl out, but I ordered seafood and that seems insensitive. Ugh, quit being silly, I tell myself. My mood is in a bruised state and I'm getting weary of putting on a brave front.
We pass the time by writing our names upside down and with our non-dominant hands.
My Favorite Kid, left handed and right brained, is the artist of the family. While I draw the crayon version of a play-doh snake, he creates a very nice portrait of "Labrador retriever in blue crayon".
You told me not to draw a dog because it would make me sad, I say.
It makes me happy, he says.
Ah, he's got the right attitude. Let's celebrate the journey that brought us to where we are right now. And I begin to feel a little better about this end of a busy day. Twelve hours filled with the roller coaster extremes of emotional highs and lows.
We arrive in Dublin in early morning with Yaxley in tow to meet up with other CCI puppy raisers for training and workshop. That's Dublin, Ohio (the Heart of America!), the same state that holds other such landlocked exotic locales as Russia, Bellfontaine, Lebanon and Versailles. Each pronounced differently than one would expect, and in some cases, make one cringe a little.
|Yaxley (L) and Yoda (R)|
Both are devastatingly handsome, of course. At least some things never change.
|Watching the college babes.|
|Puppy raisers and their charges being recognized on stage. I'm on the right|
(in lavender) clutching my carnation and sporting a look on my face like
I wonder if they'll make an even trade - flower for dog?
(photo courtesy Marty M., puppy raiser)
After the puppy raiser recognition, we return to our seats for the main event. The Pièce de résistance, pardon my French.
We watch as seven people, both children and adults, receive their fully trained assistance dogs. Graduates and dogs have completed two full weeks of intensive Team Training to reach today. (The dogs have completed six months of Advanced Training.) All have worked hard for this glorious moment when they can mark the beginning on the next path of their life. More than a constant companion, these highly trained assistance dogs are at the ready to change their partner's life in a deep and profound way.
The graduate is introduced on stage and when the name of their assistance dog is announced to us in the audience, we watch as the puppy raiser of this amazing creature enters the stage and hands the leash to the grad. Symbolic that, the handing over of the leash. A closure of sorts for the puppy raiser. I did this just for you, my friend. And I thank you for allowing me this awesome moment, thinks the puppy raiser.
How can we do this puppy raising thing? you ask. How can we "give them up?" Yeah, people, that's how.
We joke around the office about how to keep Yaxley from Advanced Training. Who do I need to talk to about this? asks one high level manager, only partly kidding. My friend and co-worker attended this ceremony for the first time so she could give Yaxley one last hug. Afterwards, she says, Now I get it. I understand what Yaxley's supposed to do. I really want him to pass the program and graduate.
I can describe all this to you and try to show you in words. But people, it's attending a CCI graduation or seeing these assistance dogs in action that brings it home. It's actually takes being in the presence of something awesome to really understand it, I think.
Sure, I'm sad to not have Yaxley in my life anymore. It's been a great ride these past eighteen months and I do love that dog. A very lot. And a week later I still look for him or reach out to pat his yellow noggin and my eyes tear up a little. But our time together is done. I'm left with knowing I did my best by him and CCI - and hope that it was enough.
Because in six months, I want to hand over the leash. I want that last glance back before he turns to his new partner to wag his tail and ask What's next?
I want, I want. It's not about me, though. In the end, as with all the CCI pups, it will be Yaxley that determines his next path. Will he do well in his new place at CCI, will he be strong and take on the training like this is what he was born to do? Or will he not be the right stuff of an assistance dog? Some behavioral infraction that will take him to the fork in the road that leads to being an excellent pet for someone?
The professional trainers at CCI will take him through this dog college of sorts. They'll show him what he needs to know.
And we'll be right here waiting to hear about his progress. With high hopes, positive thoughts and fingers crossed. And some prayers, too.
We'll keep y'all in the loop here. Good news or not so much, updates on Yaxley will be here so we can continue to ride together on this amazing journey.
|Hey lookit! I can be as still as a, well, you know.|
|One college grad down, one to go.|