Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Twelve years ago this month a stray dog wandered up to my house on Church Hill. He became my “rehoming project” and then (pretty quickly) a member of my small 3-horse, 2-cat family. I did not own a dog at that time and hadn’t had one in many years. Short version of a long story is that “Crosby” changed most everything about my life and most of the things I have done since then have involved him in some way or another: dog training student, agility student, agility competitor, agility instructor, graduate student in animal behavior, graduate of the SF SPCA Academy for Dog Trainers, director of Education & Training at the Richmond SPCA, farm owner, etc. I can’t even begin to count all the people I have met as a result of this one stray dog and if you are reading this, you may be among them. Anyway, as you can see, Crosby is alive and well and enjoying life. Since he was about 1 year old when I found him, he celebrated his 13th birthday on 3/5/08 with an extra long romp in the field and some really good marrow bones. Keep your eyes out for the animal that will change your life forever. You never know when you he or she might come along.
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