In the summer of 2001, I had a yellow lab guide dog named Margaret. We had only been together for three and a half years but she was showing me in no uncertain terms that she didn't want to work anymore. She would refuse to board the bus, would pull me towards traffic, would not walk past loud noises, would run from her harness. So, I had to retire her and re-apply for a guide dog. I was due to fly from here in Canada to Oregon to get my third guide on September 29 2001. On september 11 2001, what did I get in the mail? My airplane tickets. At first I said, "I won't go. I can't fly." But, I did go and met my wonderful Gia. And on September 11 2010, I graduated from training with my tulia. I'm glad I have great guide dog memories associated with 9/11. Tomorrow one more post on the media and 9/11.