Best friend's Dad had dogs. My first job was walking his dogs at 10-11-12 years old. He would run one on a mill and my buddy and I would walk one around the back fields. Swap them out and do the same again. He would give us three or four or five dollars for a session. At 10-12 in rural North Carolina five dollars per job was damn near like a Rockefeller.

The as I figured some things out I was hooked. The power, the conditioning, the muscles that were hard as 'pig iron'. Just captivated. He gave me a puppy once and if he ran his dog on the mill for thirty minutes when he wasn't looking I would run mine for 40. If he pulled 10 pounds I would pull 20. I tied him to the handle bars of my bike for miles upon miles. At around 2 he was a beast of an athlete.

Hooked at a young age. S