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The Heart of a Veterinarian
Our Dog Haven
Before I begin my story if there is anything unpleasant you’ve read or heard about Mexico for now, erase it from your mind. Read with an open heart and willingness to listen to the other side of the story.
I’ve lived in Baja, California, Mexico, for thirty years. I grew up in Los Angeles and met and married my husband, Raul, who is originally from Ensenada. When our children were three and five, we moved south and I’ve been here ever since.
Horse fever struck me around the age of seven, so I’ll spare you the details about me and get to the point of this story. Ranching has always been a part of my husband’s family. He’s a cowboy, and my son, Ricky, grew up loving horses and rounding up cattle as much as Raul.
Getting to the Point
When Ricky turned eighteen, he announced he decided he wanted to become an Equine Vet. His decision to become a vet seemed so natural, almost unexpected because he loves animals. At age four he could recite the names of ten dinosaurs their eating habits and what each one looked like.
He’s an awesome cowboy and an excellent rider. I’ve never seen anyone chase a cow at full speed down the side of a mountain as Ricky does. He loves ranch life.
