Why should you feel safe leaving your pup with me? Hello! My name is Jenna. I have wanted a dog my entire life. When I left for college, I thought I would get a dog right away, but decided to wait until I started graduate school. I did my research. I made sure I was stable financially to provide for myself, my dog, and pay for school. Nearly two years ago, I got my first dog and that was the best decision of my life. I remember when I found out his due date. I remember stalking his Facebook page, patiently waiting for his birth announcement. I remember refreshing the page until I saw his first photo and then noting the exact time of his birth. I remember requesting photo after photo of him so I could see him on a weekly basis. I remember booking my hotel stay in advance. I remember carefully planning the route that would lead me to him. I remember being so excited, the 12-hour drive felt like nothing. I remember feeling so nervous, scared, and excited as I pulled up to his house. I remember walking through the house and into the kitchen. I remember waiting in great anticipation as they went into the next room and when they came back, they placed the most perfect bundle of fur into my waiting arms. I remember feeling like nothing could ever top this moment. It was in that moment I felt such an abundance of love so fierce as if I had personally given birth to him myself. I remember our first night together. It was so surreal to me (that is, until he cried the entire night and I thought to myself, good Lord, what have I gotten myself into??) Fast forward to three and a half years later. These past three and a half years have been the most joyful, the most stressful, and yet, the most rewarding three and a half years of my life. Together, we have combatted the terrors of graduate level classes; the banishment/decree that he was not allowed to step foot in his grandparents' home (thankfully that decree did not last THAT long); hurricanes, blizzards, and thunderstorms; the dreadful baths; sleep training; potty training; teething; my fears that his ears would not go up and that his man parts would not drop. Along with those terrors come many thanks. I am so thankful for Pal for reminding me to take breaks. He has been my main form of self-care and continues to teach me about the meaning of unconditional love. MORE INFO: I have a five-year-old GSD who has been with me since 7.5-weeks-old. I usually take Pal on hikes or some kind of event on the weekends.