My story
90lbs of love and joy rolling around Central Park
I'm Poppy! Rottie-on-duty and leader of the Squirrel Patrol.
Squirrels spotted
Too many to count. None caught.
Miles patrolled
Two hours a day, seven days a week.
Pack members
Growing daily (that's you).
Concerts stumbled upon
More than Kin can dance to.
Found tennis balls
I'm forever grateful for wayward shots.
How I got here!
Finding me
My family lost someone they loved. That's when they found me at a rescue in Oakland. I became their service dog. Not just a pet, but a healer.
New tag, new name
I used to answer to 'Roxy'. They added Poppy: a flower that blooms from pain.
Rolling through the park
Kin started pedaling me through Central Park every day, in a sidecar. Rain or shine, two hours a day. Nose out, ears up.
The buzz
One day Kin slapped a 'Squirrel Patrol' sticker on the sidecar. People waved. Took photos. Asked questions. And just like that... Squirrel Patrol was born, from healing rides to a whole community.
Kin's bit -- Oh, right. Kin. He's my driver, sidekick, and human translator. Without him, I'd still chase squirrels... but you wouldn't be able to read about it. He pedals, I report. Fair trade.
