Dori and I are taking a walk. I'm not in the best frame of mind for it, but I need to. I've talked to the Seeing Eye guy again. It didn't go too well. Nothing I hadn't thought about already, but it's still hard. They're agreeing that ten months and a thousand dollars is just too much, and there seems to be a pattern between stress and the accidents. Our trips to the doughnut store have been hard on her this week because the traffic has been especially bad, and she's now had an accident every day for the past three days. Between that and the fact that she's already timid, the r word is looming very near. He said they would take her back and try to stabilize her on meds so she could go to a home setting. I just lost it.