Beginnings Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to have pets. My friend down the street had a dog named Skeeter. My friend at the other end of the street had a dog named Fluffy. And, my best friend had a chihuahua and a boxer. I found myself inviting myself over to my friends’ house to play with their dogs. When I grew up and moved out on my own, I knew I had to have a dog of my own. Meet Chatita. She had been abandoned, was wandering the streets, and happened to follow my friends’ dog home. Naturally, she came to live with me. After a few vet visits and some research of…