You had a degree in zoo animal technology but you fell in love with dog sports with the first dog you trained. You were so excited when you taught the beagle to jump through your arms. Then you were introduced to biting dogs and it was over. You were smitten. You would go on to structure your entire life around the sports. You made it your mission to learn as much as you possibly could from as many people as you could. You were always respectful, listened, asked questions and absorbed. You knew to call bull shit when you saw it and developed your own opinions; the mark of a true dog person. You believed the proof was in the pudding and so you went out and proved yourself. You worked hard. You were dedicated. Instead of being discouraged by your mistakes you learned from them and you grew. You were never too proud to ask for help or too proud to try someone else’s idea. You were always there to lend a helping hand and to encourage those around you; even the little guys. You were always one to root for the underdogs. You were a fierce competitor but a true sportsman. That combination is a rare thing these days and there are many that can take a page from your book. You believed in your dog above all else. The relationship that you and Diablo forged was a thing of beauty. Of course it is fitting that Diablo is with you for eternity accompanying you to other side so that you didn’t go that journey alone. Goodbye dear friend. 
