My mom is the woman who referred to our family dog as "your sister" for half of my life, so it's no surprise the crazy dog lover gene passed down to me. From the 140-pound Bouvier des Flandres I carried out of the pet store in my stroller to the 40-pound shepherd mix we rescued from the animal shelter to the 10-pound terrier a former roommate adopted, there is no dog I haven't fallen in love with immediately. You won't find someone more passionate about animals to treat yours as her own, unless someone from the Beethoven movies is on here, I don't know their lives.
Not only have I been a pet owner for most of my life, I've even volunteered at animal shelters and dog-sat for all of my friends' animals. To sweeten the pot, I've got an irrational fear of being late (aka I'll always be early/on time to greet your little ones), I'm active in running (translation: great exercise for your pups), and I'll send cute pics of your dogs when I see them (bonus to help your separation anxiety). Not to mention, my family's most recent dog was neurotic in the purest sense of the word, complete with storm anxiety and not getting along with other dogs, so the skill level of dealing with difficult dogs is real.
If any of this triggers a Pavlovian-drooling response, I'm your girl.
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