Before I start my tale and tell you about my first guide puppy, Garth, as good a place to start as any is by answering a question that I often get asked. "How did you get started?" What people really mean to ask is, "How can I get involved," at least that's usually what they mean. I'll try to answer both those questions, but let's start with the first one.
Ever since I can remember, I have loved animals, and especially dogs. If you take a look at one of the photo albums we have stored in our garage, you will see countless pictures of me with a varitety of animals. In one picture i am petting a goat at a petting zoo, in another I have our oversized, 60 pound dog smothering me in my 3-year old lap, and in yet another you see me peering straight into the eyes of a baby falcon. So, it is no surprise that after 2 years of begging and pleading and after doing an infinite amount of chores, at the age of 12, my parents finally relented to the family adopting a rescue dog. Unlike myself, my parents were and still are less than fond of dogs. Well, that's actually more of an averaged statement because my dad somewhat likes dogs and my mom very much dislikes them.
Being the avid dog fanatic that I am, I was not satisfied with merely one dog and a year later wanted a second, which my my parents firmly refused to allow to happen. No amount of begging or chores was about to change their mind, so though i often attempted to convince them otherwise, Lucky was to be my only dog.
While I had assumed that my parents had been completely ignoring my dire pleas for another dog, and well, my mom had, my dad had been talking to his friends and doing a little research. He had discovered a solution, and one that i would never have thought, or dreamed, of.
His briliant and life changing solution, if you haven't already guessed, was Guide Dogs!