The dog this business is named for
Photographed the year before she passed · Studio Emiko Photography
In 2004, just before I left for Virginia Tech, a young dog — barely a year old — was picked up off the roadside and brought into the veterinary clinic where I worked. She was near death. I helped nurse her back to health and called her Pretty Girl, PG for short — a nickname on purpose, so I wouldn't get too attached. Of course, I did. The name stuck. So did she.
We spent seventeen years together — all of my twenties and well into my thirties. That's a lot of life to share with someone. In her final years she was blind, deaf, and arthritic, and caring for her through that stretch was the greatest honor of my life.
When the senses go, communication changes. It softens. It slows. What's left is presence, touch, and trust — she taught me that. Senior pets don't just need care; they need connection. They still want to be seen, touched, and talked to.
She's why this business carries her name — and why every pet in my care gets the same devotion she did, whether they're a bouncing puppy or a sweet old soul who needs a little extra help.
— Courtney