My first responsibilities growing up were to do the dishes and to cook for our Shepherd (back before pet food became the art and science it is today -in my part of the world anyway). The dishes were a drag, and I resorted to daydreams to get through the mechanics of it all, but strangely, pounding the dog mealie was interesting enough that I did not have to be reminded to skip to it. The latter task's reward was in what we dog lovers recognize as the faithful pact this domestic companion forges with its caretakers, young and old alike. Memories of my old bff compel me to get a dog of my own, one day, but in the mean time, I would like to help you cover the times when you have to be away from paw guy/girl. I will take their very best care as a happy duty. Thank you!