I’ll be adding a few posts that will include folks, stories and moments in time that make my training what it is……for me. An effort that is a little selfish to be sure and, hopefully, not too boring for those that choose to read. But every time I put on the grubbies and pick up a leash, the people, and events that provide the impetus that sustains this rather odd obsession are very much alive and ever before me. It’s a nostalgia that is every bit addictive for me as ice cream.
Now training in itself is not the “odd obsession”, but training the way that I have chosen to go about it, this is what makes it a little right of center. What follows are the memories that make it so very special to me.
Enabler No# 1, Mr. Gene Hill