- My dog, Davy, and I are on the cover of the March/April issue of Pet Sitters International World Magazine;
- We have hired our second employee; and,
- I am now recognized as a “Fear Free Certified Professional”.
Buddy is a senior Beagle I’ve been pet sitting since 2014. Like most beagles, he is adorable and lovable. The kind of pup that would go for a walk with anybody. He just likes people and life in general. He’s happy to walk, to eat, to take a nap, to go out back, but more than anything else – he’s happy to play with a ball.
Tessie is one of my favorite dogs. She’s full of personality and cuteness with a very clever mind. She looks like a Shiba Inu/Corgi mix to me, but others see a Lab/Shepherd Cross. She’s white, weighs about thirty pounds, has a friendly disposition and is as happy as a dog can be. Her owner, a bona fide dog lover, spotted Tessie at an adoptathon and both lives were changed for the better. Tessie became a much loved member of her new household, and her owner gained a wonderful companion.
I brought my new, ten-week old German Shepherd puppy home in March. This is something I had been planning for a long time. I had done my homework. After all, I had worked with both the mother and the father, was friends with the breeder, knew all about the breed, already had a trainer, and was just waiting for this little guy to be available – I had even picked out a name – Davy. I was excited and prepared – or so I thought!
On the drive home, I promised Davy that he would love his new home and pet family (Ginger, a Walker Hound; and Clancy, Eliza and Smokey – the cats). I assured him that I was a very experienced pet parent and knew how to make this work. He whined from the back of the SUV. Once home, I escorted him from the car to the house and walked him on leash from room to room making introductions along the way. He settled in nicely that first night. I thought – this is going to be easy!
It's exciting to think about choosing my next dog. I've been giving this serious thought for about a year - ever since Duke died. Duke was my incorrigible found hound that didn't pack well who, with years of training, turned into a formidable blue ribbon contender in obedience, agility and rally.
You certainly made a grand entrance into my life. I was purchasing groceries at Food Lion and you walked in through the automatic door three times. On the inside, you went from one person to another wagging your tail widely from side to side.
You were the first pet I adopted into my new home in New Bern. I'd been fostering other dogs for Pals for Paws but had my eye on you for weeks. You were being boarded at Animal Care Center because Pals for Paws didn't have enough foster homes.