: About Me

My dad had never been one for "fancy" dogs. I had been raised with "mutts", as we called them. But there we were, at an adopt-a-pet, that sunny fall Saturday afternoon, watching a beautiful white lhasa apso named Brandi settle into Dad's lap. This was a dog far removed from any dog my dad had ever owned. She was refined and polished, and was going to need lots of grooming, and, more than likely, lots of attention. Yet, it was love at first sight. This proud, strong man who was my father was finally in a wheelchair after struggling for years with back injuries, surgeries, and the pain of sc...