own. I was tired of living under my dad’s rules; Ieven worked for him - and it was not at theneighborhood hardware store. My dad owned andoperated adult theaters and live striptease shows. I ranthe spotlight and projectors.It seemed that everything I did, everywhere I turned;there was my dad. We were always arguing and I wastired of it. I was nineteen years old and ready to makea go of it on my own.As I looked through the classifieds, I quicklyeliminated anything that required technical skills,certification, or education beyond a high schooldiploma. The list of possibilities got considerablysmaller, but I did find one that was interesting; a dogtrainer needed help in the kennels. No experiencenecessary.I’ve loved animals ever since I was a child and mygrandparents had sideshows with a traveling carnival.All the kids loved us in our small town in Michiganwhere we lived during the winter, because instead of cows in our pastures, we kept the elephants there!Later, as I grew up, I had dogs, cats, horses, and eventwo goats, as pets.So I called the number in the ad and spoke with thelady who told me the job was still open and to come by. I got the address, thanked her, and hung up.I didn’t have a car; on my 18
birthday, while visitingmy Mom in North Carolina and celebrating my rightto legally drink, I was arrested for DUI and lost mylicense for one year.So I got ready to catch a bus.