David WeiskircherDavid Weiskircher grew up in the tree-studded hills of Ohio, before abruptly moving to Florida where there are few trees and even fewer hills. From there he made a short hop to Atlanta, a place that provided plenty of trees and a sprinkling of hills.He worked for Corporate America hoping he'd come to love it - or, at least, be sufficiently deluded by it - but such was not the case. One lucky sunny day, Mr. Weiskircher looked to his side and found his love standing, patiently waiting. He and his wife had years together and though they had enjoyed their time abundantly, it wasn't nearly enough. Breast cancer saw to that. Instead of children, the pair went with dogs, and soon after, a menagerie was born. Nearly all were herding dogs. When Mr. Weiskircher's wife died, he found himself in the middle of a raging storm. But he had shepherds by his side. They saw the storm . . . and they kept him moving forward on the right path. And now, in his spare time, Mr. Weiskircher writes about things he learned in life, and more often than not, dogs. Read More Read Less