Jam went down for his breeder evaluation this week, a review to see if he is destined for a life of prearranged sexual encounters or for a life of abstinence.
If he's chosen to be a breeder, he could live with us, and since we've grown so fond of him, that would be great. On the other hand, considering all the good work that he might do in his lifetime helping others (and not discounting our dismal record with our previous dogs--we are 0 for 2), we very much want him to succeed in the guide dog program.
So it's a win-win for the humans. But then we shouldn't be selfish, just thinking about ourselves instead of considering what Jam would want if only we could communicate with him, if only he knew what options lay ahead, what medical procedures may or may not be performed.
Maybe some things are better left unknown...