We're neighbors, dog owners, and advocates working together to close the gap between what this city requires of its dog owners and what it actually provides them. Here's where we're focused.
He had black fur, piercing brown eyes, and a surprisingly unassumingly long tongue for a rat terrier. He was my son. My emotional support animal. The steadiest thing in my world after my mom died suddenly and the reason this organization exists.
He held space for my grief… without agenda, without impatience, without ever making me feel like too much.
He did the same for Hazel, my traumatized rescue who wouldn't leave her bed for weeks. He just knew how to wait for people to come back to themselves.
And somewhere along the way, that patience made me better. It made me want more — for him, for myself,
and for every dog owner in every neighborhood
who deserves more than they're getting.
This is what I built in his name.



Uncollected dog waste washes into storm drains, contaminates local waterways, and ends up on every sidewalk you walk on. It's a public health issue — and the city has no plan for it.
"I did everything right. I bought the bags — the lavender ones. I picked it up. I followed the law. And I was still out here performing poop bag one-hand gymnastics over a stranger's trash bin at 8 in the morning... because my neighborhood has no infrastructure for the thing it legally requires me to do."

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