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A Dog with Three Names

It was an average day in June of 2007 when I met a dog named Brandy. I’d been at work when I received a call that there was a one-year-old Black Lab mix that was in a kill shelter a little over an hour from where I lived. A rescue group was working tirelessly to find her a foster family so she wouldn’t be put to sleep. Having worked with rescue groups most of my life, I understood the need and the desperation. Large, black dogs tend to be the last to get adopted. Brandy was living on borrowed time.

Secrets No More!

The cat…or rather BEAR…is out of the bag. Come see what the “Secret Project” has been and why I’m so glad to have met the talented Ms. Eliza Gayle.