About

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I've dedicated my life to caring for the physical, emotional and spiritual wellbeing of every dog.

Check out Tamarah’s recent interview on VoyageDallas!

My name is Tamarah and I’m a dog person. I love dogs. Big dogs. Little dogs. Shy dogs and rambunctious dogs. Old dogs, brand new pups, and every age in between. All dogs. Every breed. Every dog. I don’t mind in the least when they jump on me, lick my face, knock me down and love-maul me. Dogs are everything to me and I’ve dedicated my life to caring for them.

I’ve had dogs all of my adult life.  My first dog was a Rottweiler named Corleone. (I was a big fan of the Godfather movies.)  I was twenty-three years old and hadn’t had much experience with dogs, so when Corleone kept jumping my six foot fence, I didn’t know what to do.  Coming home from work and having my dog missing was a paralyzing feeling.  I didn’t think he’d be happy in a kennel inside for ten hours a day, and back then I didn’t know much about training, so I interviewed for new parents for my boy.  It broke my heart. I cried and cried the day he drove off with his new mom.  But it was the best thing I could’ve done for him; she trained him by touch to go to her law office with her.  He had a much better life than I could’ve ever provided.  It was a painful lesson to learn.

I vowed to not get another dog until I could get another rott and be in a situation where I could take care of and train and provide better for him.  But then I saw a little 12 week old pug, his eyes a little too big for his head, his scrunched up face and curly piggy tail.  I was done for.   Brutus was with me for sixteen years.  He’s been gone over nine and I can still feel my heart squeeze when I think about him.  I went to a Pug Halloween party in Grapevine – all dogs were welcome – and I wasn’t prepared for the emotional impact it would have on me to be surrounded by a hundred pugs.  Truly the sweetest heartbreak.

I have four dogs now.  One from a shelter, Lucky, and three literally off of the street. Trooper, Teddy and Jack.  They’re all completely different in size and breed and temperament, and I love them beyond measure.  They know I “cheat” on them.  They smell other dogs on me every time I come home.  I tell them, “I’m making the kibble money, boys.”  They don’t need to know this is the best job ever!

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