Let me rewind to 2019. I had just finished a long week of training dogs—lots of barking, lots of treats, lots of tired arms. I came home, collapsed on my couch, and within seconds, my Maine Coon, Leo, jumped onto my chest. All 22 pounds of him. I swear I heard my ribs creak. My
Three months ago, my cousin Priya called me crying. She’d just adopted a two-year-old Beagle. Cute as a button. Sweet temperament. Perfect Instagram material. But she lives on the fourth floor of a no-elevator building in Boston. Thin walls. A landlord who lives directly downstairs. And that Beagle? He howled every single time she left
Let me tell you about a client who came to me last year. Sarah had spent three months researching doodles. She’d watched dozens of YouTube videos, read countless blogs, and even visited two breeders. But when she sat in my training room with her new 10-week-old Goldendoodle, Charlie, she looked exhausted and confused. “I thought