About
I've dedicated my life to caring for the physical, emotional and spiritual wellbeing of every dog.
Certified Canine Massage Therapist (CCMT)
Brandenburg Massage Therapy, OHCertified Usui Shiki Ryoho Reiki Master Teacher
White River Healing, TXTrained Animal Intuitive
Trained Pet Death Doula
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!