After more than a decade in luxury travel, Alex permanently swapped his passport for a treat pouch in summer 2025.

The challenges of navigating Kip’s reactivity, the impact of Covid on the travel industry, and a timely lunch with a friend in the training world led Alex to pursue professional dog training and behaviour studies with the Victoria Stilwell Academy.

Just one month into the course, Kip sadly passed away – but his influence remained a driving force. Learning how to help dogs like Kip became a source of comfort and purpose.

With support from friends, family, and their dogs – and later with the arrival of Woody, a spirited Shar Pei mix – Alex honed his skills and successfully completed his certification.

Now running Kip’s Canine Club, Alex is passionate about positive, practical training that strengthens the bond between people and their dogs. Every session is not only an opportunity to help others, but also a tribute to Kip’s memory.

One day in January 2025, while scrolling mindlessly through Instagram stories, a photo caught my eye – a small red dog perched on the back of his kennel carer, apparently trying to get closer to the heat lamp. Our interest was piqued. We needed to know more about this cheeky little guy.

Woody – originally named Clifford by MTAR – had been rescued in October 2024 from a shocking hoarding situation, one of 49 dogs kept in unsanitary conditions within someone’s home. Once we’d read through his behavioural reports, we knew we had to meet him.

The notes spoke for themselves:
31/10/24 – “He is a sweetheart inside and out and would make an amazing sidekick when given the chance.”
20/11/24 – “He is such a wonderful boy with a beautiful personality.”
24/12/24 – “I cannot think of one reason why [Woody] is waiting for any interest, he’s just awesome.”

So, without hesitation, we reserved him and made plans to drive from Margate to South Wales.

People often expect an instant connection when adopting a dog – a cosmic sign of a perfect match. Well, when we met Woody, it was mealtime at the kennels. He happily accepted a fuss but made it clear he’d rather be chowing down on dinner – and who could blame him?

We stayed overnight in nearby Swansea, but already knew he’d be coming home with us. The next morning, we loaded him into the car and set off for Margate.

And other than spending his first 36 hours plotting an escape, Woody hasn’t looked back since.