I found this work the way a lot of honest trainers do — by stumbling into my first dog. Teddy, whom I adopted, made it clear that love is not a training plan. He needed a job, a picture of the world he could trust, and a person willing to be the missing piece.
For three and a half years I’ve worked at a Houston doggy daycare and boarding facility. I became a trainer in the facility’s Academy — an enrichment-based program, not a trick mill — and within two years I was asked to lead it. I’ve run it for the past year.
Taking on private clients is the next step: in-home, one dog at a time, tailored to the household in front of me. I’m on the path to certification, with a focus on behavior modification.
I’m enough of a dog person that I refuse to watch films where something bad happens to the dog — even if they walk out fine at the end. That isn’t a professional credential. It is a temperament check, and I will not pretend otherwise.