About the caregiver

As someone who has grown up with dogs my whole life, the world just isn’t complete without them. As a baby, our family dog was a Golden Retriever named bear who would sleep next to my sister and I while we napped. When he passed, we brought in a new family member, a Chocolate Lab named Jake. I grew up with him - his obsession with peanut butter, addiction to ice, homicidal tendencies towards squirrels. Ya know, all the normal stuff. He was king of our home and ruled our backyard with an iron fist. After he passed, we found his little brother, a White Lab named Gus. He’s a weird one, but so very, desperately loved. Terrified of vacuums, bugs, and cardboard paper towel tubs, you’d never know how skittish he really is by how valiantly he barks at intruders just to proceed to lick them to death. My sister’s service dog - a Golden Retriever named Scorpio - soon joined the mix to complete the family. Solid as a rock, eyes of a baby deer, and better trained than most people, he was the perfect addition. And so completed our little Brady Bunch.