I started taking care of our new family Collie puppy, Chelsea, when I was 10 years old. What started out as me just "Making sure the dog has food and water," per my dad's old saying to get us to help take care of Chelsea. Grew into me not only doing that but brushing, walking, training, bathing, giving medications. I was also the one to take care of Chelsea in her last years. When I moved out my husband and I came back and brought her to Georgia with us. So I was in charge of her vet care then and when her hips got bad helping her up and down the apartment stairs. I was also the last family member to be with her when she had an event that ended up having her put down over. Chelsea was the pup that made me love taking care of dogs. Since her passing I have had dogs in our household, expect when we weren't allowed to have them because of where we were living. But even then I was still helping to care for them. I had fostered my mother-in-law's dog, Sheba, and got her better with rules of living in a home. Kennel and house broken. I got her to not be bored and chew on shoes. My mother-in-law was happy when Sheba came home a changed pup. Then there was Zoey. She was my husband's and mine but we couldn't keep her when we moved home. She went to be a "service" to my friend's dad who was battling cancer and he loved dogs. My friend's mom always complimented Zoey on her manners and how smart she was. I now have my pup Rinne, who is a GSD. He is smart and stubborn. He's the one that is going to test me every time I turn around. But I wouldn't trade it for the world. He's a good pup. They were all good pups. Over the years with the dogs that I have had in my life each has brought on a different set of skills needed for them. All dogs are not the same and should never been seen that way they are just like us.