Our Journey

Dogs have always been my thing. For years, I dreamed of becoming a dog handler in the army. That was the plan — until a serious injury put a stop to it. I thought that was it. Dream over. So I gave up and got a 9–5.

But the truth is, I couldn’t stay away. In 2020, I started dog walking and sitting just to get my fix. I was hooked. Every dog I met taught me something new. I became obsessed with understanding how they think, what drives them, how to actually help them. Still, at that point, it was a side thing. I was living at home, doing what I could.

Then in early 2024, me and my partner moved into our first place. It felt like everything had finally come together — except we weren’t allowed a dog. We begged the landlord. They said no. So instead… we got two cats: Marco and Polo.

Not long after, a guy at my rugby club mentioned he was struggling with his dog. A wild 6-month-old GSP pup named Harper. He asked if I could help. I practically bit his hand off. But the next day, he messaged again — he couldn’t cope and needed to rehome her. Did I know anyone?

I knew straight away: this dog was meant for me.

Within days, I’d made the arrangements. Harper — now Nala — moved in with our parents while we sorted a house that could accommodate her properly. A few weeks later, we brought her home for good.

And she blew my world apart.

She couldn’t walk on a lead. Wasn’t toilet trained. Had zero structure. She chased everything. Screamed at dogs in the street. Caused family arguments. Nothing I tried worked. I’d trained dogs before, but this? This was something else.

I was drowning.

So I made her a promise: I would figure this out. No matter what. I stopped listening to trainers who didn’t get dogs like her. I set boundaries. I gave her clarity. I learned to listen. And over time, she changed — because I did too.

Now, Nala is thriving.

She lives fully off lead. She has incredible recall — she’ll chase birds, run wild, and come back to me every time. She’s social with dogs. She’s calm in the house. And sometimes… I genuinely can’t believe how much she sleeps. She’s finally at peace. And I am too.

Then in March 2025, I made another very “me” decision. One Sunday I decided I wanted a second dog — and we picked up Zen that same day. I wouldn’t recommend doing it that way, but sometimes impulse wins.

Zen has brought a whole new challenge. She’s amazing in the house, settles like a dream, but she’s currently working out where she fits in our little team. Right now, she’s trying to take on the role of protector, but I’m guiding her towards being a follower instead. We’re working through it, slowly reshaping how she sees the world.

At this point, I’ve had it all: the spicy adolescent, the full-blown puppy blues, the chaos of a rescue, and the overly social, OTT energy. And every single one of them has made me better at what I do.

Now I help women who feel exactly how I did — overwhelmed, unsure, and completely stuck with a dog they love but can’t quite figure out.

If you’ve got a high-drive dog like an HPR or a lab, and everything you’ve tried has either made no difference or made things worse, I’ve got you. I’ll help you slow things down. Add the structure your dog actually needs. Teach you how to lead in a way that feels calm and clear — not shouty or strict.

I’m not here to throw jargon at you or give you homework for the sake of it. I’m here to give you clarity. A proper plan. And most importantly, the kind of support that actually sticks — so you can walk down the street without panicking, let your dog off lead without holding your breath, and finally enjoy the dog you’ve always wanted.

This isn’t about perfection. It’s about progress — and peace.