Before They Come Home
The gear that's actually worth buying, the expensive stuff that isn't, and how to set up your home so day one doesn't flatten you.
Free guide for future and brand-new big dog moms
The Big Paw Blueprint Everything I wish someone handed me before I brought home 100 pounds of gentle giant.
That little voice says you can't handle a big dog. This guide is the honest answer, from a woman who was scared too.
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The day I cried on the kitchen floor
I sat on the kitchen floor and cried when Bear was eight months old. Not pretty crying. Actual, overwhelmed, what-did-we-do crying.
He'd eaten my laptop charger, gnawed the corner off my kitchen island, and I couldn't figure out how to get ahead of any of it.
This is the blueprint I wish someone had handed me that day. The practical stuff AND the permission to be scared while you figure it out.
"The permission to be scared while you figure it out."
What's inside
The parts nobody tells you about, in order
The First Week
What's normal, what's not, and the small routines that keep a brand-new chaos machine from running your whole house.
The First Month
Building trust, house rules that actually stick, and when the "what did we do" feeling finally lifts. It does lift.
The Lies Fear Tells You
Too old. Too small. Too late. Every lie that kept me away from big dogs for 40 years, and what turned out to be true instead.
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Who's behind this
Hi, I'm Omega.
I spent 40 years scared of big dogs. Crossed the street to avoid them. Then Roxy, our 27-pound dachshund mix with the confidence of a Rottweiler, made room in my heart for something bigger.
Now there's Bear: nearly 100 pounds of German Shepherd-Pit mix who is fully convinced he's a lap dog. I'm not a trainer and I don't have fancy canine degrees. What I have is the lived-in version: the vet bills, the chewed charger, the 8:45 PM lap ambush, and everything those things taught me.
If I can do this in my fabulous 50s, you can do it too.
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