In 2013 we sold our dog daycare business in Tucson, Arizona. The couple who bought it did not like us very much, so it was easy to let go of the thing we’d built and nourished for ten years. That sounds illogical, but they didn’t want our advice about caring for the thing we loved that they had just bought, so we were forced to let go of it. It was that simple. We took their money and moved to Denver, Colorado. We were glad to leave the punishing desert behind and get back to some green spaces.
Don’t get me wrong – the Sonoran desert, as many sunburnt people will tell you, is magical: light is electrically vibrant, skies are stupifyingly spectacular, indigenous vegetation is bizarre and often covered both in protective poisonous spikes and beautiful, delicate flowers – but after ten years of 9-month summers where the average temperature hovers like pregnant blowflies just above 100F for the better part of the day and it’s too hot to go outside because you could actually die, it was time for a change.
The first couple who ever brought their dog to our brand-new dog daycare business way back in 2003 became our very good friends. They had moved to Denver a couple of years before we decided to sell the business in 2013. We decided to follow them. They set us up with a rental house smack-dab in the middle of their neighborhood because they’re incredibly nice people like that. After a two-week sightseeing drive through the Rocky Mountains with our dogs Finnegan and Clio, we set ourselves up in our new Denver digs.
This picture is the view from our kitchen window in that house. Lush. Green. Overgrown. Perfect. It was time to start working with the landscape again instead of fearing it.