Named for one very good dog

This started with a dog named Floyd. Floyd was a big boy — a large boxer-lab mix with a white patch on his chest, the kind of dog people noticed. And that's exactly what taught me the thing I couldn't unsee: people reacted to him before they knew a single thing about him, just because he was big. Meanwhile, all around us, I watched owners move through the world like their dog existed in a bubble — dogs lunging, people on their phones, “he's friendly!” shouted a second too late. Nobody had been taught that owning a dog isn't just about your dog — it's about being aware of every dog and person around you.

I'd been watching the other end of this for years. I have owned a dog daycare and grooming business, a dog walking and pet-sitting business, and have worked as a veterinary nurse. I still walk dogs today. From every one of those angles — the intake, the leash, the vet table — I saw the same heartbreak on repeat: dogs surrendered, dogs hurt, families devastated, almost always for reasons someone could have prevented if they'd just been told the truth first.

That's the truth most of the pet world won't say out loud: a dog is not a purchase. It's a promise. Love isn't enough to keep that promise — love plus preparation is. And almost nobody prepares, because nobody teaches them how.

So I built Floyd's Love. Not to sell dogs or gear, but to make sure the right dogs go to the right homes — prepared. Every person who becomes a Prepared Owner carries a little piece of what Floyd taught me forward. He's gone now, but this is how his lesson keeps working.

If you're here, you're the kind of person who wants to do it right. Welcome. You're a Prepared Owner now.

Prepared, not perfect.