I'm a short, earnest, east-coast transplant with a degree in film, a penchant for dad jokes, and a love of dogs that dates back farther than I can remember. I currently live with my boyfriend and our two amazing Border Collies, who've taught me there's no better way to live than having a lint roller on hand at all times. The collies have some separation anxiety, and they're seniors as well, so I've learned a lot about dealing with both special needs and older dogs. I have been learning a lot about emotional service animals recently, and my previous job history includes a pet boutique. I am often accused of calling every dog I meet the best dog ever -- but am I really wrong?