Once a graphic designer, songwriter, illustrator, and even an aspiring vet sidelined by a severe allergy to math, today, I’m fluent in dog, both in French and in English, and between barks, I draw it all.
How I became a dog trainer and behaviorist
1. Once a weird kid with a dog, now a weird adult with dogs.
2. When you pick a job that needs you sharp, focused and dedicated, but you’re just creative, distracted, and depleted.
3. When you’ve spent your whole life hating being told what to do, and now you spend it begging a furball to listen to you.
4. Life: “Oh, you didn’t see the signs? No problem, let’s blow everything up until you do.”
5. When life decides it’s time to turn the page, but you weren’t quite ready to leave that chapter behind.
6. Sometimes, when you hit rock bottom, you end up finding your own bedrock.
7. Fostering a dog means loving without owning, getting attached and having to let go. Another lesson life somehow made sure I’d learn.
8. Too many passions, too many sparks, too many ideas, and picking one feels like tearing the others out.
9. Sometimes there’s no plan, no map, not even a compass. All that’s left to do is keep moving forward.
10. I’m still a house with no walls, an unfinished pencil sketch of a plan, and a window set before the ground is even laid, but already, it smells like joy and cookies fresh from the oven. Maybe that’s what life is all about: living in a home you’re still learning to build.
As a dog behaviorist and trainer, I work on the subtle bond between humans and dogs — with all its beauty, its wobbles, and its life. I help humans better understand their dogs — and sometimes, just a little, the other way around, too.
