Losing Apache seven months ago broke something open in me.
What continues to hold me is the puppies and dogs I’m honoured to work with. In every dog there is magic, and in the quiet moments, I feel it most.
This is Frank the Tank, now ten months old. Such a character. His little Staffy huff while he melts into a massage cracks me up every time.
Gentle moments like this are where the healing lives. 🤍🐾
Have to add… I feel like a bit of goof sharing this, but that’s ok 🙃🐶