Robin Hurd

Hi! My love of pets started in childhood. My cat, Pierre, was my baby, and by that, I mean a REAL. LIVE. BABY. As soon as I got home from school, it was like we hadn't seen each other in ages. We would find each other, and I'd immediately pick him up and he'd put his chin on my shoulder. He even would drool as he purred, requiring me to use a real baby burp rag. HA!  

My earliest memory, however, is with my neighbor's dog.  I was six years old. I begged my neighbor if I could walk his beautiful golden retriever. He looked at my small frame, then at his dog's large size, and reluctantly said "ok". He insisted that I hold on tight. After turning the corner, a cat walked by. The dog took off running, pulling me behind. I refused to let go as I hurtled and dodged and squeezed through spaces, eventually getting pulled through a rose bush. I returned the happy dog and proudly walked home to bandage myself up. 

Now, many years later, and after caring for my own REAL LIVE human babies, my love of pets still remains.