In 2020, we got Archer — well, technically my son, Logun, got him.
But it didn’t take long before it was clear: Archer was going to be my forever fur buddy.

I work from home, so I became the one who took him everywhere — to the dog park, on daily hikes, to swim in the ponds and rivers, and even to chase geese off the local golf course (much to Archer’s delight, and the geese’s dismay).

At the time, Logun was becoming a teenager — my youngest, growing into his own life.
And without even realizing it, Archer became the new “baby” of the house.

What surprised me the most, though, was how much my world changed.
I had always had dogs — little ones, like my chihuahua — but a Heeler?

A Heeler needs adventure.
A Heeler needs community.
And, apparently, so did I.

Suddenly, I was discovering dog parks tucked away in neighborhoods I’d never explored, breweries with patios full of happy pups, hidden trails winding through our city parks — and with every new outing, I met more people.
Dog people.
My kind of people.

It opened up a whole new world I didn’t even know I was missing.
A world full of friendship, fresh air, laughter, and connection — all thanks to a dog who needed to run, to play, and to belong.