When l was much younger than l am now, and by this l mean in my early to late teens, l wanted to be a vet, but my Father insisted that there was no profession in that. He wanted me to be a policeman, and l most assuredly did NOT wish to be a policeman! I wanted to work with animals, l had an infinity with them. Some of you may disagree with that especially if you have read of my disasters and capers, hell at my own concession, l was known for many years as The Accidental Doolittle!”
Yet despite that nickname, l did have many fantastic times with animals, you can’t build a business without mistakes, it’s all part and parcel of the learning curve, working with animals is no different.
For years l suppressed the desire to work with animals until one day, l woke up, and l felt different than l had ever felt before. I didn’t know that this wake up call was the pre-emptive strike of my Aspergers which would come years later in a formalised diagnosis, l just knew that l was done with the rat race.
That wake up call happened in 1993, 15 years before my diagnosis of autism.
Some of the best years of my life have not come from people, they have come from being around animals, of earning their trust and respect, of being able to understand and empathise with them.
This series explores those years from 1993 – 2013 specifically, although l have the honour and privilege of having fantastic dogs in my life before and after that period.
Hope you enjoy the reading and writing.