My family & friends have been calling me The Dog Whisperer for decades. I’m pretty dang good with dogs 🐶 (& cats 🐈‍⬛. that’s not a panther; I’m out of practice with those). God blessed me with an inherent, innate, reciprocated love for animals. I have had 2 Wirehaired Pointing Griffons and a German Wirehaired Pointer (a rescue). My 2 boys, 1 Griff & my GWP, both got cancer—at the ages of 5 and 2, respectively. The girl you see in the pics with me, Sookie, just went to Glory 9 months ago, at the age of 12. Needless to say, Sookie developed a few Golden Girl issues in her senior years, to which I very attentively attended, thus giving me some experience in the geriatric genre. I gave Sookie meds & supplements 3-4X a day, gave her monthly shots, frequently aspirated lipoids, got her through a knee surgery, sensitive skin issues, hand-cooked her food & hand-fed her the last 2.5 years , etc. My 5-year-old boy, Buck, went through chemo for 5 months. My other boy, Lincoln, a rescue, died of a very rare brain tumor at 2. I have also assisted in tending to some of my family’s dogs’ issues. I’ve given them shots, cooked for & hand-fed their dogs, bathed them (the dogs-not my family members😜), toted them around, etc., etc. Hence, I’m extremely familiar with fervently & lovingly tending to doggie health issues and quirks. I totally get it. The old adage rings true when I say that losing Sookie rocked my world. She was my baby and my bestest friend. She got me through some crazy stuff the last 6 years: losing her brother (the GWP), breast cancer, a divorce, yada yada. She was so vivacious, endearingly loving, smarrrrt (my little stephen hawking), hilarious…you get the idea. The irony is that, since Sookie went to Glory on August 3, 2022, I have been sporadically & intermittently walking and sitting for the pets (dogs, cats, and, yes—fish) of my family, friends, neighbors, and a vacation cottage complex at Madeira Beach. I’ve been doing that for about 35 years, intermittently, but since Sookie went to Glory, my schedule completely opened up, and…BOOM. My phone hasn’t stopped blowin’ up. Whodduh thunk, huh? It’s true—God does indeed have a sense of humor😆.