I Didn’t Start Out This Way — Twice
I was “just a pet parent”—or so I thought. I pictured Netflix cuddles, cute paw taps, and maybe a polite walk in the park. Then ”Shadow” my cat sashayed into my life—coffee now belongs to him. Three months later, “Moose” (an 85‑lb Labrador) galloped in, flinging drool like celebratory confetti. Suddenly I was canceling brunch because…
