Why did I start Texas Humane Society?
In 2017, I said goodbye to my best friend Rascal, a Yellow Lab. The grief that I experienced permanently changed how I understood our bond with animals. They are clearly our family members, our fur-children, and not simply "property".
Roxy, my feral Louisiana Catahoula, taught me something different. I adopted her at eight weeks old, and just four hours after I brought her home, she attacked a neighbor’s adult dog for coming near me. She ferociously guarded food, water, toys, space, and me, even from my family. Fearing she would not survive if she ever got separated from me, I learned to train her. She learned commands quickly, but training didn’t erase her guarding behavior. So, I had to learn to manage her surroundings and respect her limits.
We hike and go for walks through the woods and in parks while keeping our distance from others, always on a 6’ leash. We avoid dog parks, retail stores, and events. When she goes to the vet, I place her in a room and leave, and then the staff comes in to examine her, etc. We can’t be in a room together when other people are present.
She turns 11 this November (2026) and remains happy, healthy, energetic, and protective. Living with her has taught me that dogs with behavioral challenges can share a fulfilling life with someone, and that their challenges do not make their lives any less valuable.