Back when I was going through a lot with the military, walking on a cane, and living in the barracks at Brooke Army Medical Center, unsure of my future and angry at my present, I did one of the most selfish, spur of the moment, and idiotic things I could have done: I got a Great Dane puppy. Even when I got transferred up to Walter Reed and no longer living in the barracks, everyone told me that I should give her up.