Keeping your furbabies happy & healthy!
My Mission
We’re creating a foundation built on trust and care that feels like family.
Where It All Began…
Or maybe it started with my childhood pet entourage, starting with Zoe, our golden retriever/husky mix, who became scared of loud noises after her time away at boarding. We had to eye the weather and run home before storms, turning on HGTV as her white noise. Lawn mowers were also her arch nemesis.
Maybe it started with Rosie, our black lab mix who became Zoe’s shadow, complicate on Zoe’s jail break escapes from the yard and adventures to the nearby swamp.
Perhaps it started with Max and Fluffy, our brother and sister duo who were like mini sumo wrestlers, joining me in my twin bed every night offering a sliver of space for me to remain in a fetal position, with Fluffy’s belly flopped over my forehead and Max curled up in the crook of my legs.
If my love didn’t start with them, then definitely began with Buddy, our guinea pig with a crazy cowlick right in the middle of his head, giving him a bowl cut.
My interest in animals could have started with my Grandparents cat, Chess, although she was feral and hated people, I was still drawn to her, no matter the scratches I endured trying to force my love on her. Or maybe it started with my love for bugs, digging through the garden with an empty tampon box collecting critters.
I always grew up with or around animals, and normally I was the decider in who would join our family, but Pita came in like a fluffy wrecking ball.
One night at a college party, someone arrived with a 3 month old feral kitten. Obviously, everyone gathered around to coo and give her pets. The person who found her lived in the dorms where animals weren’t allowed, but I conveniently lived off campus. Technically, no pets were allowed there either, but I could fly under the radar easier, so I took her home and called her Blueberry.
They say love comes when you least expect it, and I definitely didn’t expect to care for a loud, hungry kitten during my busy class schedule and chaotic social life. I didn’t anticipate to agonize over her care, to bathe her for the first time, drive to the ASPCA for her first shots, schedule and go to her first vet appointment, and run to Petsmart buying food and supplies, including a tiny collar with a bell on it.
After litter box training and getting us into a routine, the concept of letting her go was unfathomable. I knew I couldn’t risk keeping her in my college house, but I couldn’t let her go, so I did what any desperate girl in her early 20s would do; I shoved aside all of my pride, and I turned on the waterworks. I called my parents sobbing, begging them to give her a trial run during the upcoming Labor Day weekend in 2012.
As I packed my car to go back to school, I looked at my parents, wondering if I needed to pack her up too. They looked at each other and sighed with my dad confirming, “So, her name is Pita, for pain-in-the-ass”, and the rest of history. She was a constant companion during my parent’s divorce, COVID-19, and the mundane.
This photo was taken as part of her DIY hospice photoshoot in June 2024 after a long battle with late-diagnosed stomach cancer. She lived 12 active years patrolling the perimeter of our house, bringing my dad upwards of 40 presents (mice) in her last summer, and scratching everything from trees to each piece of custom upholstered furniture.
Where I am today…
I am so excited to begin my journey serving Southern Maryland as a trusted and reliable resource for owners and pets.
When I am not pet sitting, I’m most likely volunteering for the Humane Society of Calvert County taking dogs on hikes or long walks and offering photography services.
