I've loved dogs (and really all furry animals) since I was a little girl. I read dog books and memorized the different breeds. I plastered my walls with dog posters. When my family went camping, my longing for a dog of my own always got even stronger, as I thought how wonderful it would be to walk a dog around the campground. I posted marker-drawn signs on our site post asking, "May I walk your dog?", and was delighted when other campers indeed allowed me to walk their dogs! Eventually I did get a dog, and another. My last dog was Peppi, a tiny schnorkie-poo that I raised from puppy-hood who lived to be 16.5 years old. Peppi died in early 2020. I also grew up with and have had and cared for cats. Recently, I've become a foster parent for a dog rescue, and as part of this process, completed online training on topics of dog behaviour, body language, and training. I still love dogs, and I love going on walks. So just as I did as a little kid on the campground, I'm asking, "May I walk your dog?"