My name is Lux, I am a five year old black lab and I am the laziest puppy you will ever meet. I met my parents five years ago when I was only eight weeks old. I flew to Florida from Smithtown, NY. I was a guide dog puppy in training, so I was very special. I don’t really remember what was going on in the first few hours of getting off the airplane; I couldn’t keep my eyes open. When I got to the vets office I saw my parents for the first time. They gave me hugs and kisses. They kept talking about my velvety soft ears and my big paws. They were teasing me about my paws, I couldn’t back that it was going to bewitch me awhile to grow into them.

Being a guide dog puppy was awesome. I got to go to restaurants and hide under the table. I consider I was supposed to be sleeping, but I just couldn’t fall asleep when I could smell food. I tried to be perfect, but it was honest too hard, so I would occasionally stick my nose on my mommy’s lap, trying to examine as cute as possible in order to score unprejudiced a little treat. I also got to go to grocery stores and shopping malls. I made so many people smile.

Obedience classes were a lot of fun. I got treats all the time. I learned at a very early age that if I did something good I would get a treat, so if nobody had a treat I didn’t have to listen. I realized later on though that this wasn’t the nicest thing for me to do to my parents. I was one of the best behaved puppies in school. I never pulled when I walked on a leash and I did everything mommy asked when there was food.

Home life was the worst. I wasn’t allowed on the furniture and I wasn’t allowed to eat people food. I was so sad sometimes. There were a few good times though; we have an wonderful swimming pool in our back yard. It’s very chilly, but it feels proper in the summertime.

Mommy was crying when we drove to the airport. I didn’t realize what was happening at the time, but when we walked into the airport I knew I was never going to see them again. I didn’t want to go; I opinion I was being punished for something, though I didn’t know what.

When I got off the airplane I was in Fresh York. It was freezing; my paws were getting icicles in them. I got into a car and some nice people drove me to my kennel and then I got dinner. It seemed like a nice place, I even made a new friend. His name was Buddy; he was a thirteen month old Golden Retriever.

Guide dog training was easy, but it was a lot of work. I wasn’t getting the amount of rest I required. I had heard a rumor going around the kennels that if you fail some of the training you score to go home. It really worked; I was so exasperated to go support to the airport.

Home life is now awesome. I get to eat everything that mommy drops on the floor in the kitchen. They feed me hot dogs, carrots and homemade dog treats. I go to dog parks and the doggy beach. My favorite thing about home is sleeping on the couch. I nap all day long.

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