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When I was a kid, we would eat family meals in the kitchen by the front window. Whenever a dog would walk in front of our house, I would jump up from the table, run out the front door, and ask the dog owner if I could pet their dog. I wasn’t able to get my own dog, partly because of family members with allergies and partly (and understandably) because my mom did not want to deal with a dog in addition to four boys!

To compensate for not having my own dog, I walked and trained neighborhood dogs, dog sat, went to dog adoptions, and just generally tried to be around dogs. Technically, my longest job held to date was walking the Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier show dog around the corner from 2nd to 12th grade.

Fast forward 20 years and I had lived in Russia for two years, gone to college, served in the military, gone back to college, and started a family. But still no dog. I remember thinking at one point, “Wouldn’t it be crazy if I never got a dog!?”

And then one day on a farm, I met a Vizsla and got re-bit by the dog bug. I got home and went down the rabbit hole researching getting a dog. I called a breeder, put down a deposit, told my wife, told the kids, and two weeks later was driving down to San Diego, the four of us, to pick up my first dog, a Vizsla puppy. And it has been one of the best decisions of my life!