“I started grad school and dropped out within a couple of weeks.
I needed a job.
My roommate was a dog walker for a company and got me a job as an assistant. I worked for them for 2 years before I went out on my own.
What was funny for me, was that when I was a kid, pet care was my first job.
I grew up in the suburbs and when my peers started babysitting, I would feed my neighbors cats, take in the mail and general house sitting stuff.
As an adult, whatever jobs I had often involved pet sitting (on the side) for co-workers.
I didn’t put it all together, or see where I was headed until I started dog walking.
I think I could do this for a while, but I don’t really know.
All of the dogs that I’ve taken care of give me a way to be a better person.
Everything with a dog is immediate, so in the moment. For example, with Gremmy, the Italian Greyhound, she’s so delicate, fragile and tiny, so when I am with her, I have to watch people and dogs in a different way. I have to literally protect her from the cold (which for her, is September through June), feet (people stepping on her), and people trying to pick her up. Those are the main things in protecting her. Taking care of her reminds me to be patient and also assertive. I have to tell people no, don’t pick her up. I also have to be careful of her space, so I don’t accidentally step of her or make her nervous.”