The story of my life would be titled “Tammy Scott”. Evidently, I can be rather persistent, and therefore for as long as I can remember, my parents have called me “Relentless”; Tammy Scott epitomizes that attribute. When I was nine years old I wanted a dog more than anything, and remarkably, Tammy Scott came to my rescue. Daily, for months, I sent email to my mother explaining various dog breeds and how a dog would complete our family; all were signed, “Tammy Scott, Professional Dog Breeder”. My mother never mentioned the constant harassment, and eventually, I began to lose hope. About a year later, as we headed home from a family trip, my parents pulled over to the roadside so we could stretch our legs. When I finally emerged from the back
