I first met Sara when I was just 8 weeks old. Tiny, adorable, and clearly destined for something important;even if I didn’t quite know what that was yet.

She was part of the Viking Pups Club at Augustana College, and  was looking for a puppy to train. A puppy who would grow up and serve others.

Enter me.

Me and my friends? We were known as the Princess Crew. Yes, I take that title very seriously.

From the very beginning, I worked hard. I went to training classes, practiced all my skills, and even went to Sara’s classes with her. (Even on the days when she didn’t really feel like going. I kept her accountable. You’re welcome, Sara.)

I loved watching her teach and train other dogs. Honestly, I’m her biggest cheerleader.

I’ve been told I’m pretty “chill,” which I think means I’m excellent under pressure. Case in point: one time we went to a hockey game. Loud noises, cheering crowds, all kinds of chaos. I was completely unbothered. I just took it all in like the professional I was becoming.

By the time I turned one, I was ready for my new career.