I have always had a huge love for animals, which I primarily blamed on the show Dora and Deigo growing up. On career day, I often said I wanted to be a Veterinarian, a Groomer, or something else that involved animals. I later realized I loved rescuing, and saving animals' lives that way. A large portion of this dream, came from Buster.

In the summer between 7th and 8th grade, my mom moved me and my brother from Missouri to College Station, Texas. I begged my mom for a large dog, and on the way, she surprised me with Buster. 

Buster was found on the side of a highway in Oklahoma, by my moms-friends-daughter. He bounced from home to home, until it was decided that we would take him. Buster was about 1 year old. 

We quickly realized that Buster had some trauma of his own. We believe that he was physically abused, and neglected by previous owners, and while on the street, may of had to fight for food. He was incredibly dog reactive, and had a tendency to not be a fan of strangers. We got a professional trainer, which helped with his reactivity significantly. The problem? We failed to keep up with his training, and he resorted back to his old tendencies. 

When I moved out for college, I told my mom I was taking him with me. My brother and her did not think this was a good idea initially, but I convinced them in the end. Me and Buster then got our first apartment. 

I ran into a problem, I loved having a protective dog, but what was the point in having a protective dog if I couldn't take him anywhere? Thus, my training with Buster began. I trained him as much as possible, and eventually got him to a point where he could walk through crowds of people, or sit and watch a baseball game, and he would not be reactive.