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Happy birthday, Drexel!


It's hard to believe that Drexel is only two years old.  Drexel came to us from Guide Dogs for the Blind as a young puppy.  We were raising him to be a guide dog, but he had other plans.  He "career-changed" due to scent distraction.  He just couldn't seem to keep his mind on working when there was a smell to distract him.  We were asked if we wanted to keep him as a pet, and we readily agreed.  He is a wonderful family dog.  

Here's a look back over the past couple of years:

meeting Drexel for the first time

There's a reason we call him "Drexel the Adorable."

at one year old
Though Drexel learned basic obedience (and more advanced commands in his formal training), he did have his puppy moments:


styling in his working gear

Returning (on Valentine's Day!) for formal guide dog training

 


Flying off the puppy truck to return home to stay

Now Drexel helps other Guide Dog puppies learn good house manners.
Happy birthday, Drexel!  May you have many more to come!

Thankful thought:  I'm thankful for Drexel, and for the Guide Dog for the Blind organization.  

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  1. That is a puppy well loved! Happy birthday, Drexel!
    Love, the Rotten Cats
    XOXOXO

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  2. Happy Birthday Drexel. Thank you for sharing the pictures and the video, Kristi! Drexel just tugs at my heart!

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  3. A bit too late, but nonetheless a very happy birthday dear Drexel! I loved the video of his adventure with the yarn... Sorry, but I really had a good laugh. Drexel has feline feelings about yarn?? My two youngest boys, Cees and Dirk, had their 10th birthday on the 13th of november, so I will now remember Drexels' too, being a day before theirs. Hug him for me, will you?

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  4. Happy birthday, Drexel! I'd forgotten about the little yarn incident and had to show my husband, who couldn't believe one puppy dog could do that all by himself! I love that you had "other plans" and came back where you belonged!

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