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MEET FINNEGAN O'LEARY! ❤️ 🐾AKA Finny, the Jump Kiss DogEvery college has its characters, and Carolina Canine College cer...
10/09/2026

MEET FINNEGAN O'LEARY! ❤️ 🐾
AKA Finny, the Jump Kiss Dog

Every college has its characters, and Carolina Canine College certainly has more than its fair share. But one of the most colorful members of our campus family is a beautiful red merle Australian Shepherd named Finnegan O'Leary. Finny, as she is affectionately known, is one of my three Australian Shepherds, although Richard O'Leary would probably argue that she is actually his dog.

Finnegan came into my life courtesy of my good friend Sandy in the Northeast, right around the time Richard and I started dating. Somehow, somewhere along the way, Finnegan decided that Richard belonged to her, and Richard wholeheartedly agreed. To this day, he will look at her with absolute adoration and emphatically declare, "Gosh, I LOVE that dog!" And I understand why. Mostly. 😂

Finnegan is an exceptionally loving Australian Shepherd and, believe it or not, one of the best snugglers I have ever known. She will curl up beside you, press herself against you, and make you believe that her sole purpose in life is to provide warmth, companionship, and unconditional love. Unfortunately, that particular version of Finnegan generally disappears the moment she gets up, because Finnegan has a rather demanding second career as a self-appointed member of the Fun Police.

When dogs are playing nicely on the training floor, Finnegan occasionally decides that things have gotten entirely out of hand. Apparently, those dogs are not playing; they are cattle attempting to break away from the chute, and ABSOLUTELY NOT ON FINNEGAN'S WATCH! She charges into the middle of the action, barking orders, cutting off escape routes, and attempting to restore order to a situation that was perfectly orderly until she arrived. The other dogs do not always appreciate her management style.

I cannot imagine why. 😂

Finnegan gets along with practically everybody, but her enthusiastic interpretation of appropriate herding behavior does not necessarily make her the most popular girl at every party. Fortunately, she has another specialty that she believes makes her universally irresistible.

Jump kissing.

Now, plenty of dogs jump up to greet people, but Finnegan has elevated this particular activity to an art form. She doesn't put her paws on you. She launches herself vertically, parallel to your body, and attempts to deliver a full French kiss before you have had the opportunity to introduce yourself. Your mouth is the preferred destination, although depending on your evasive maneuvers, she is perfectly happy to deposit her tongue in your nose, your eye, or occasionally your ear. Finnegan is not particularly concerned about accuracy. She is concerned about enthusiasm.

Our pest control gentleman has even given her a nickname: The Jump Kiss Dog. He walks in, sees Finnegan, and knows exactly what is coming. And honestly, I cannot think of a more accurate job description.

In fact, Finnegan's enthusiasm for greeting people has earned her a rather dubious distinction at Carolina Canine College. She is the only one of my three Australian Shepherds who is routinely excluded from our Meet & Greets! When prospective clients come to visit, I often introduce them to Smoochie the Poochie, my trusted canine ambassador, and Fable, who seems to believe that every dog she meets is a potential new best friend. Finnegan, however, remains conspicuously absent. It isn't because she doesn't get along with other dogs. It's because I would prefer that our prospective clients leave with their faces relatively dry and their dental work undisturbed. 😂

And here's another little Finnegan mystery: If you ask any employee at Carolina Canine College which of my three Australian Shepherds is their favorite, the answer is invariably Finnegan O'Leary! This is particularly amusing because those very same employees spend considerably more time yelling, “FINNEGAN O'LEARY!” in tones of utter exasperation than they ever do with Smooch or Fable. Apparently, being the most frequently reprimanded dog on campus does absolutely nothing to diminish her popularity. 😂

Finnegan would also make an absolutely terrible guard dog. An intruder could walk through the door, and she would probably be delighted to meet him. However, after receiving approximately seventeen unsolicited French kisses, he might reconsider his career choices. So perhaps she does provide a valuable security service after all.

And then there is Finnegan's extraordinary ability to manipulate her body. Australian Shepherds are wonderfully athletic dogs, but Finnegan seems to have been assembled without the usual restrictions on spinal flexibility. She can wiggle, twist, undulate, and fold herself into positions that should require an instruction manual to reverse. One minute she is a dog; the next she is an Australian Shepherd pretzel.

She is rarely quiet about any of it, either. Finnegan is a vocalist, and she and L'il Rascal are particularly fond of performing duets, enthusiastically wooing the song of their people for anyone within hearing distance. Whether anyone has requested a concert is irrelevant. The performance will proceed as scheduled. 🎶

But perhaps the most revealing thing about Finnegan happened when Fable joined our family. Until then, I had Smooch and Finnegan. Smooch was the senior stateswoman, the established authority, the original Head Bitch in Charge. Finnegan was simply Finnegan. Then along came Fable, and suddenly I looked at Finnegan and realized something that explained approximately four years of behavior.

OH, FINNEGAN. YOU'RE A MIDDLE CHILD!

Of course! The attention seeking, the theatrical entrances, the need to supervise everyone else's activities, the spontaneous musical performances, and the determination to make absolutely certain nobody forgets she exists. It all made sense. Finnegan had apparently been preparing for middle child status her entire life. She just needed Fable to arrive and make it official. 😂

And speaking of official, her government name is Finnegan O'Leary. Not Finny. Not Finn. FINNEGAN O'LEARY! It is a name that rolls beautifully off the tongue, particularly when delivered at considerable volume. Around Carolina Canine College, you may occasionally hear it announced with varying degrees of enthusiasm, urgency, or outright exasperation. The full name generally means that somebody has been doing something that somebody else wishes she would stop doing.

I will leave you to determine who is who.

As one of our Carolina Canine College house dogs, Finnegan is a permanent member of the campus family, although she has experienced one rather unfortunate incident of photographic discrimination. When the new facility was being decorated, beautiful pictures of our client dogs and house dogs were incorporated into the front windows. Smoochie the Poochie received a very prominent position, naturally, and Fable even made an appearance in the Group Class photo.

Finnegan O'Leary?

NOTHING.

Not one window. Not one little corner. Not even a supporting role.

Richard O'Leary was quite offended by this glaring omission, and I suppose I can understand his outrage. After all, how could the most beloved dog in the O'Leary household be completely overlooked?

Fortunately, a diplomatic solution was reached. A beautiful poster of Finnegan now hangs in the grooming salon, where her magnificent red merle self can be admired by everyone who visits. She may not have made the windows, but she has her own little corner of campus immortality. And Richard's sense of justice has been restored. 😂

Finnegan is bright, bubbly, affectionate beyond measure, and a royal pain in my ass. She is a talented athlete, an enthusiastic vocalist, an overzealous livestock supervisor, a professional contortionist, and quite possibly the world's most accomplished jump kisser. She is also one of the most loving dogs I have ever known, and when she curls up beside you at the end of the day, all those little frustrations seem to disappear.

Well, most of them.

Because no matter what kind of chaos Finnegan has created, Richard will look at her with that same adoring expression and say, "Gosh, I LOVE that dog!"

I suppose that's the magic of Finnegan O'Leary. She can drive you absolutely crazy one minute and make you wonder how you could possibly love anything more the next.

She is everything wonderful, ridiculous, exhausting, and endearing about Australian Shepherds, wrapped up in one beautiful red merle package. She may not be the official Meet & Greet ambassador, and she may have been overlooked by the window decorating committee, but there is absolutely no question that Finnegan O'Leary has secured her place in the heart of Carolina Canine College.

Finnegan O'Leary, you are one of a kind.

Now, for heaven's sake, STOP JUMP KISSING THE CUSTOMERS! ❤️ 🐾 😂

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MEET TY 🖤 🐾Some dogs give me endless material because they spend their days at Carolina Canine College - stealing toys, ...
10/02/2026

MEET TY 🖤 🐾

Some dogs give me endless material because they spend their days at Carolina Canine College - stealing toys, swimming in water buckets, committing petty crimes, and generally making questionable life choices.

Ty does not.

Ty comes to class.

He works.

He looks magnificent.

And then he leaves.

Which makes writing about him a little harder, because I don't get to see all the little pieces of his personality that come out during a full day of daycare or a boarding stay.
But there are some things I know very well about Ty.

First, he is absolutely gorgeous.

Ty is a large Belgian Sheepdog, and his owner, Jessica, happens to be a groomer. Consequently, Ty never wanders into class looking like he has just rolled out of bed and forgotten to brush his hair.

That magnificent black coat is always immaculate.

The boy has standards.

Or, more accurately, Jessica has standards and Ty benefits from them. 😂
Jessica is also one of my OGs.

I have five ladies who started taking dog training classes with me way back at the beginning of my Carolina Canine College adventure. At some point I started referring to them as my OGs.

They apparently thought I meant Old Girls.

I did not. 😂

OG means Original. These are the women who were there when this whole crazy journey was getting started, and Jessica has been willing to dip her toe into just about everything I have offered.

Obedience. Rally. Agility. Scent work.

Jessica has three dogs, and she likes learning, trying new things and finding activities that suit each one of them.

Ty is perhaps the most... particular member of the family.

Jessica would probably tell you that Ty has his quirks.

I would agree.

He has opinions. He has a personal space bubble. Other dogs are not necessarily on his list of things required for a fulfilling existence. Jessica knows him extremely well, understands where he is comfortable and where he isn't, and does an excellent job of setting him up to succeed.

And then there is Rainbow Road.

Rainbow Road is a section of flooring at Carolina Canine College that several dogs have regarded with suspicion. Around here, it has also earned the name the lava floor.
Ty would like to clarify that there is nothing metaphorical about this.

It is lava. 🔥🔥🔥

Jessica has learned that when it is time to leave, she must take all of her belongings out first. Purse, training gear, whatever she's carrying, it all goes ahead of Ty.

Because she needs both hands available for what comes next.

Ty approaches Rainbow Road.

Ty assesses the situation.

And then...

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.

There will be no leisurely stroll across Rainbow Road. No casual heel. No stopping to admire the scenery.

Ty sprints across the lava floor to the safety of the other side because, obviously, casual walking means certain death.

This particular exit procedure is also how Miss Debbie recently got an opportunity to test just how large Ty's personal space bubble really is.

Jessica had taken her things outside first, leaving Ty safely in his crate while she prepared for the Great Rainbow Road Crossing.

She came back to discover...

Debbie had Ty. 😳

Miss Debbie had opened his crate, put his leash on him and was casually bringing him to Jessica.

Jessica was somewhat astonished.

Ty?

Ty was a perfect gentleman.

No drama. No objection. No declaration that his constitutional rights had been violated.

Just Ty strolling along with Debbie.

For the record, Debbie has promised never to conduct that particular experiment again. 😂

Ty's father was a highly accomplished search and rescue dog whose work was recently commemorated around the anniversary of September 11. Jessica sometimes jokes that Ty fell pretty far from the family tree.

I disagree.

Ty doesn't have to be his father.

Ty gets to be Ty.

And there is a whole lot to admire about the dog standing in front of me.

Especially when he turns left.

Yes.

His left turn.

I realize there are probably only about twelve dog training nerds on Earth who will understand why this makes me ridiculously happy, but it is BEAUTIFUL.

Jessica walks forward with Ty beautifully beside her. She flips her left forearm up at the elbow, and Ty pivots.

Not clumsily.

Not with six little adjustment steps.

He practically plants those front feet and spins around them.

It is smooth. It is precise. It is effortless.

It is canine ballet. 🐾

Every single time I watch it, a tiny jealous part of me thinks, I want that.

And perhaps that little left turn says more about Ty than I realized.

Because underneath the quirks, the magnificent hair, the carefully respected personal bubble and the deeply rational fear of instant death by Rainbow Road is an extremely intelligent dog who has developed a beautiful working relationship with his person.

Jessica knows Ty.

Ty knows Jessica.

And when those two move together, sometimes it looks downright effortless.

Ty may not spend enough time at Carolina Canine College for me to know every one of his secrets, but I know this much:

He is handsome.

He is smart.

He is wonderfully individual.

He is apparently fireproof, provided he maintains sufficient speed.

And that left turn is chef's kiss. 💋 🐾

Keep dancing, Ty.

And for heaven's sake, DON'T STOP ON RAINBOW ROAD. 🔥 😂

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MEET WOOZIE 🤍 🐾Some Carolina Canine College dogs spend their days on campus.Others are part of Carolina Canine College s...
10/01/2026

MEET WOOZIE 🤍 🐾

Some Carolina Canine College dogs spend their days on campus.

Others are part of Carolina Canine College simply because they were there before so much of it existed.

Woozie belongs to Kim, the founder of Carolina Canine College, and although you don't see him around campus very often, this enormous white cloud has always been part of the family.

Woozie's story began at the Great Pyrenees Rescue of Atlanta. His mother was abandoned after she became pregnant, and Woozie was actually born in rescue. Eventually, that fluffy little puppy found his way to Kim, where he grew into an enormous, beautiful Great Pyrenees and became her love bug, her shadow, and one of the great loves of her life.

Now, when I say "shadow," please understand that Woozie has very specific Great Pyrenees terms and conditions.

He wants to be next to Kim.

He does not necessarily want to be touching Kim.

There is a difference.

Woozie loves deeply, but he would also appreciate everyone respecting his personal bubble. 😂

And if Kim isn't available, Woozie can usually be found beside his best friend and housemate, Louie, a chocolate Standard Poodle. Woozie and Louie are practically inseparable.

They are also competitors.

Woozie is a Great Pyrenees, which means commands are sometimes treated less as commands and more as helpful suggestions submitted for his consideration.
You may request something.

Woozie will review your proposal.

Woozie will then make a decision.

Kim actually used Woozie's competitive streak with Louie to teach him one of the best recalls imaginable.

Louie already had a terrific whistle recall. One day, Kim saw the two boys together in the backyard and whistled. Louie immediately came flying toward the back door.
Woozie looked up.

Wait.

LOUIE IS GOING TO GET THERE FIRST?!

Absolutely not.

Woozie took off after him and beat him to the door.

💡

For the next week, Kim waited until the boys were together before blowing that whistle. Every time, Louie came running and every time, Woozie decided that under absolutely no circumstances would that chocolate poodle defeat him in the Backyard 100 Meter Dash.

Before long, Woozie had a rapid recall down to a science.

Was it obedience?

Was it training?

Was it an unwillingness to let Louie win?

Yes.

Woozie is also a serious athlete in one very specialized sport: giant ball pushing.

There is a 12 inch hard Jolly Ball in the backyard, and once Woozie gets started, he will happily push that thing around for HOURS. Eventually Kim has to go outside and confiscate it because Woozie apparently has neither an off switch nor any intention of developing one.

And then there is nighttime security.

Once everybody goes to bed, Woozie begins his rounds.

Window number one.

WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO.

Approximately five minutes of informing the neighborhood that Woozie is on duty.
Next window.

WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO.

Another public service announcement.

He makes the rounds, confirms that the perimeter remains secure, lets the entire surrounding ZIP code know that a Great Pyrenees is presently employed on the premises, and then...

Climbs into bed and passes out.

Shift over. 😂

But perhaps my favorite thing about Woozie is that this giant livestock guardian is also a music critic.

Woozie sings.

The J.G. Wentworth opera commercial?

WOO WOO!

But his signature number is Kate Smith's rendition of "God Bless America."

Woozie is, apparently, a deeply patriotic Great Pyrenees. 🇺🇸

And really, Woozie's name couldn't suit him any better.

He's stubborn. He's funny. He's competitive. He's fiercely devoted to his people. He's a gentle giant with an independent mind, an enormous heart, and a very strong opinion about exactly when he intends to follow directions.

You may not see Woozie walking through the doors of Carolina Canine College very often, but he is always here in spirit, especially whenever another Great Pyrenees comes through those doors and reminds everyone just how wonderfully peculiar these giant white dogs can be.

And at the end of the day, there is only one possible thing left to say.

Woozie.

Woo WOOOOOO. 🤍 🐾

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MEET RUFUS 🖤🎾Rufus first came to Carolina Canine College on February 23, 2025, not too long after he had been rescued by...
09/30/2026

MEET RUFUS 🖤🎾

Rufus first came to Carolina Canine College on February 23, 2025, not too long after he had been rescued by his humans, Emily and Dave.

Rufus is a very tall, very lean, very handsome black dog who looks like somebody stretched a Labrador Retriever upward a few extra inches. I have always suspected there might be a little Great Dane hiding somewhere in that family tree, but whatever his genetic recipe may be, the finished product is 100% Rufus.

And from the very beginning, Rufus had two defining characteristics.

First, he was an incredibly sweet, smart, eager to please dog.

Second...

BALL.

Rufus loves balls.

No, that doesn't adequately describe it.

Rufus believes balls are the reason the Earth rotates.

Go back to his very first report card and what is in the picture? Rufus with a ball.

Nearly every chapter of his CCC career since then has involved a ball in some capacity. Big balls. Little balls. Herding balls. Tennis balls. Balls carried proudly around campus. Balls dropped into the water bucket for reasons known only to Rufus, forcing some lucky human to fish them back out.

We actually did quite a bit of day training together early on, and one of the things we worked on was his ability to release his beloved possessions. Teaching “off” to a dog who considers relinquishing a ball a violation of his constitutional rights takes a certain amount of negotiation.

There was another small matter to address.

At the old Carolina Canine College, the training floor was surrounded by a four foot barrier.

Rufus considered it decorative.

In. Out. Over. No problem.

Those ridiculously long legs could sail right over it, and early Rufus occasionally needed a long line and remote collar to remind him that just because one can leap over a fence does not mean one should leap over a fence.

Being extraordinarily tall has also given Rufus another rather unique talent at Carolina Canine College.

Rufus is a boy.

And Rufus occasionally enjoys leaving a little boy tiddle calling card.

Plenty of male dogs mark things. That's hardly noteworthy.

The problem is that most male dogs cannot mark the top of a bench.

Rufus can.

The top of a chair? Absolutely.

The upper reaches of a gate? Prime real estate.

Things I would ordinarily consider safely outside the canine tiddle zone are apparently well within range when Rufus hoists one of those approximately nine foot long legs.

Nothing is vertically safe from Rufus. 😂

But underneath the ball obsession, the Olympic level hurdling and the impressive vertical range of his boy tiddle, there was something else going on with Rufus in those early days.

He was still figuring out whether the world was safe.

When Emily and Dave first rescued him, Rufus had some separation anxiety. Once he became attached to me, I started seeing little pieces of it at daycare. If I moved to the other side of the barrier, he might pace or bark. He wanted to know where his person was and wasn't entirely convinced yet that his person would always come back.

That Rufus isn't the Rufus I see today.

Today he is a confident, happy, absolutely lovely dog who knows he belongs. He comes to Carolina Canine College ready to play, make friends, enjoy himself and, naturally, conduct a complete inventory of all available spherical objects.

And that change is really a testament to Emily and Dave.

Rufus was incredibly lucky to find them, but I think they'd probably tell you they were pretty lucky to find him, too. They gave him the security and consistency he needed to become the dog he was capable of being.

Of course, confidence has done absolutely nothing to cure the ball addiction.

In fact, I have been talking about creating a ball pit at Carolina Canine College.

When that happens, I need everyone to understand that this information is CLASSIFIED.

Nobody tells Rufus.

Nobody whispers about it near Rufus.

Nobody posts photographic evidence where Rufus might somehow see it.

Because if that long legged lunatic ever discovers that somewhere inside Carolina Canine College exists an ENTIRE PIT FILLED WITH BALLS, Emily and Dave may have to change his mailing address.

He'll live here.

And frankly, I'm not climbing into the ball pit to get him. 😂

From a newly rescued dog who wasn't quite sure what happened when his people disappeared from sight to the confident, ball obsessed goofball who knows exactly where he belongs, Rufus has been such a joy to watch grow.

He is sweet. He is smart. He is ridiculously tall. He is loved beyond measure.

And he has never met a ball, water bucket, or apparently vertical surface that he couldn't find a use for.

Rufus, you are one of a kind. 🖤 🎾 🐾

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MEET BOBBY 🐾From Smooch’s Most Wanted List to Campus RegularMy Smoochy Poochy has been through more meet and greets than...
09/29/2026

MEET BOBBY 🐾
From Smooch’s Most Wanted List to Campus Regular

My Smoochy Poochy has been through more meet and greets than she probably cares to remember. Smooch is my litmus test, my canine ambassador, and one of the dogs I have always relied on to help me decide whether a visiting scholar might be a good fit for Carolina Canine College.

Then she met Bobby.

Bobby is a big, beautiful male German Shepherd who first came to see me with his owners, Rich and Sharon, back when CCC was still very much a one woman show at the old location. Bobby had already had quite a story before I ever met him. He had been found wandering the streets and was rescued by a police officer, which, knowing Bobby now, seems strangely fitting. Of course the big German Shepherd with a somewhat questionable early résumé would have his first brush with authority before eventually enrolling at Carolina Canine College.

Fortunately, that story led him to Rich and Sharon, who weren’t looking to turn Bobby into the next canine superstar. They simply wanted a nice, polite dog they could enjoy taking places with them.

So naturally, I brought in my trusted assistant, Smooch.

Bobby promptly put her on the ground.

He did not bite her. He did not hurt her. But he absolutely scared the daylights out of a dog who was quite accustomed to being Second HBIC, and to say Smooch was displeased with me would be an understatement. She looked at me as though I had personally arranged her assassination.

For a while afterward, Smooch approached my meet and greet invitations with considerably more suspicion.

Bobby started daycare, but in those early days he was still a little too enthusiastic about his fellow students. And because I wasn’t yet completely sure what Bobby might do when his excitement got the better of him, I took things slowly. He started with a long line, a remote collar, and a muzzle. As I learned more about him and he learned more about what was expected of him, the muzzle went away. The collar went away. Eventually, the long line went away. The restrictions became fewer and fewer.

Smooch, meanwhile, recovered from her initial humiliation and made certain Bobby understood that their first encounter had been an anomaly. She returned the favor and put him on the ground a few times herself.

Balance was restored to the universe.

Occasionally, when Bobby became a little too enthusiastic, he would get a break in one of the indoor kennel runs.

And that brings us to The Water Bowl Incident.

I am going to phrase this as delicately as possible.

Bobby p**ped in his water bowl.

Not beside it.

Not near it.

In. The. Bowl.

I have cared for an awful lot of dogs over the years. Before Bobby, I had never had a dog p**p in his water bowl. Since Bobby, I have never had another dog p**p in his water bowl.

I cannot prove intent in a court of law.

But I know what I know.

Fortunately, Bobby also revealed the key to his heart: BALLS. Tennis balls, big balls, little balls, herding balls, apparently any spherical object that could conceivably become Bobby property. I believe at least one or two of my herding balls gave their lives in service to his happiness.

And somewhere along the way, the big unruly German Shepherd who once made me nervous became a dog who could play successfully with the group. First he became much better with the girls. Then better and better with everybody. Rich and Sharon worked hard with him, and Bobby completed his Canine Good Citizen class as part of their goal of having a dog who could behave nicely out in the world.

That transformation didn’t happen overnight. It happened because his owners kept working, Bobby kept learning, and he was given opportunities to practice appropriate behavior instead of simply being written off because his early behavior was difficult.
Rich and Sharon seem to think Bobby loves me.

I’m not entirely convinced.

There are dogs who arrive at CCC and immediately come looking for me. Bobby arrives and basically says, “Great, you’re here. Now where are my friends and where are the balls?”

He loves Carolina Canine College. I just happen to work here.

Loki would find this level of emotional independence appalling.

And Bobby is most definitely not applying for the Security Detail. If danger ever arrives at CCC, I fully expect Bobby to assume I have the situation under control while he checks to see whether anyone brought a ball.

From flattening Smooch at his first meet and greet, to requiring enough equipment to resemble a canine SWAT operation, to becoming a dog who can happily enjoy daycare with his friends, Bobby has come a very long way.

And I have to give Rich and Sharon enormous credit for that. They wanted a good dog, they put in the work, and they gave Bobby the time and opportunities he needed to become one.

He is still big.

He is still enthusiastic.

He is still obsessed with balls.

And somewhere in the history of Carolina Canine College sits one permanently disgraced water bowl.

Some legends earn titles.

Bobby earned a story. 💜 🐾

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MEET REX 🐾 | DOG OF INTEREST IN SEVERAL ONGOING INVESTIGATIONSRex first came to Carolina Canine College in November 2025...
09/28/2026

MEET REX 🐾 | DOG OF INTEREST IN SEVERAL ONGOING INVESTIGATIONS

Rex first came to Carolina Canine College in November 2025 with his owners, Betsy and Howie. They had made one of those perfectly reasonable life decisions: get a puppy.

Specifically, a long haired German Shepherd puppy.

And then they discovered they had brought home Rex. 😂

Betsy and Howie are snowbirds from New Hampshire, escaping the northern winter for the much more civilized temperatures of South Carolina. When they first brought Rex to me, the basic message was, “We might have gotten ourselves into a little more puppy than we anticipated.”

They had.

Fortunately, I happen to enjoy a project.

Rex ended up spending quite a bit of time with me, including daycare, training, classes, and even staying at my house back when Carolina Canine College boarding meant becoming an honorary member of my household.

And Rex made himself right at home.

There is a chunk of wood missing from the agility table.
Rex ate it.
There was a dog food bowl that mysteriously disappeared.
Rex took it.
Can’t find a toy?
Check the yard. Rex probably buried it.
Fresh mud?
There is an excellent chance Rex’s face is already in it.

And then there were my shoes.

If Rex could get his paws on one, he was more than happy to add it to his collection of ill gotten gains. The best part was catching him with something he knew perfectly well he wasn’t supposed to have. Rex would NOT look ashamed.

Quite the opposite.

He’d take off with his prize, absolutely delighted with himself and tremendously proud of his successful criminal enterprise. 😂

Rex is a collector, an excavator, an unauthorized carpenter, and an enthusiastic relocator of objects that absolutely nobody asked him to relocate.

Richard even has a special soundtrack for Rex’s particular way of happily loping through life: da doo da doo... da doo da doo... 🎶

And somehow, it fits him perfectly.

The funny thing is that underneath all that enormous, fluffy, goofy puppy energy is a very smart dog. Rex is bright, affectionate, endlessly entertaining, and always seems to have some sort of private project underway. You may not know what the project is, but rest assured, Rex does.

Rex has also gotten to experience the new Carolina Canine College, so he has officially followed CCC from its earlier chapter into the big new campus.

Naturally, he appears to regard the additional square footage less as an accomplishment and more as expanded opportunities.

There is, however, one significant problem with the new campus from Rex’s point of view: we installed turf.

That means his once promising career in unauthorized excavation and recreational mud bathing have been abruptly terminated. No more holes. No more gloriously muddy German Shepherd face.

Sorry, Rex. Administration finally won one. 😂

Of course, there are still plenty of things to investigate, objects to relocate, bowls to steal and, if I’m careless, shoes to abscond with.

Now Rex is the wise old age of about 16 months, so when Betsy and Howie return south, perhaps a slightly more mature gentleman will walk through the doors of Carolina Canine College?

Perhaps the days of stealing bowls, burying toys, eating agility equipment, absconding with my shoes, and proudly fleeing the scene with stolen property are behind him.

Perhaps.

The jury is out. 👩‍⚖️ 🐾

But whether Rex returns as a reformed citizen or immediately starts casing the joint, I can’t wait to see that magnificent fluffy boy again.

Because Rex isn’t just one of the dogs who has come through Carolina Canine College.

He’s part of its story.

And there is almost certainly still evidence somewhere. 💜😂

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Wednesday 8:30am - 8pm
Thursday 8:30am - 8pm
Friday 8:30am - 6pm
Saturday 9:30am - 6pm
Sunday 9:30am - 6pm

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