We should have been all over this like fat kids on candies last week, but since late to the party should almost be our next header slogan nowadays, let’s just go ahead and do this now, shall we?
Shane, one of the lovely and talented folks responsible for the new home our website has now, is off getting himself a guide dog from Guide Dogs for the Blind. That’s the same place Carinw ent to get the Trixter, in case you’ve forgotten or are new. He’s not at the same campus she was, but the training ideals and apparently the food are the same.
Since he appears to be some kind of machine that will sleep when he’s dead, he’s been blogging and podcasting his adventure like a friggin madman. He’s taken us on his trip to the school, on a bunch of training routes and is even finding time to interview people about their experiences with dogs and getting them to answer questions for folks who may want to go down a similar road in the future.
One of those interviews, as it happens, is with both myself and Carin. Ok Steve, we understand Carin, you’re saying. She’s got the dog. But you’re just the fat man with the nice balls, as Trixie would say. What wisdom could you possibly have to impart? Well, if you’d like to find out, you can truck yourselves on over here and have a listen. And if you’d like to follow along with Shane’s dog saga, all the posts you’re looking for should live here.
Thanks to Shane for having us. Hopefully something we had to say will be valuable and helpful to somebody.