On a beautiful late spring afternoon, 18 years ago, three young dog enthusiasts graduated from high school. They were very much alike, these three young men. had been better than average students, all were personable and all – as young graduates are – were filled with ambitious dreams for the future working with their passion... Dogs. Recently, these three men all stopped to take a breather, and reflect on their career choices. They were still very much alike. All three were happily married. All had two children. And all, it turned out, had gone to work in the same industry, of dog training, and were still there. But there was a difference. One of the men was a trainer in a small department of a pet store chain. He worked mostly with treats and often turned away difficult aggression cases or requests for specialized training. He was a dog lover and refused to inflict pain on a dog, even if it meant turning his back on that dog. The other had been known to be very rough, “old school”, and some say abusive with the dogs. He mostly worked behind closed doors, and some of the dogs that were turned away at the pet store ended up with him. Despite the fact that he was very rough, he considered himself also a dog lover and refused to turn his back on a dog even it meant inflicting pain to train or save the life of that dog.