It would be hard to describe the tumult of emotions that were running through me one seemingly innocuous Thursday afternoon. If I had to describe it I’d say it was a combination of the joy of Christmas morning, the uncertainty of the unknown, the hope of freedom, the trepidation of erring, plus so much more. And it was all due to one tiny, furry, four-legged bundle of cuteness. My future hopeful service puppy, Ace.