I’ve had dogs around me for as long as I can remember

I’ve had dogs around me for as long as I can remember.
They’ve been part of every phase of my life — through school, college, work, everything in between.

My first was Twister, a stubborn but gentle basset hound.

Then came Troy, my beagle – the one I truly grew up with.
He was with me for 14 years. Losing him last year left a kind of silence I didn’t quite know how to fill.

Today, our home and even our office is full again.
Mufasa, Pablo, Stark, Pari, Bella, and Leila.
Some adopted, some rescued. All family.

Each of them has their own personality.

Mufasa, our gentle giant, strong but calm.
Stark and Pablo, full of energy and mischief.
Pari, Bella, and Leila — the rescues, who remind me every day what trust looks like when it’s earned, not given.

They’re never tied, never kept away.
They roam freely through the house, the office, the farm — as they should.

When I’m working, they’re sitting beside me.
When I’m home, they’re on the couch.
When I’m quiet, they just know.

They’ve taught me more about patience, empathy, and loyalty than most things in life ever could.

All my dogs mean the world to me.
They’re not just pets, they’re part of everything I am.

They make the good days better,
and the hard ones, a little lighter.

Because at the end of the day, no matter how complicated life gets —
they remind me that love doesn’t need words.