In all my 30 years I haven't met an animal that hasn't made me glad I did. I'm an avid animal lover in general, but I have such a gigantic soft spot for dogs. Growing up, my parents got a brittany spaniel (Rex) and two pugs (Trekkie and Beau) whom I adored and doted on. But the second I turned 18, it was time for me to get my very own best friend. I didn't even plan getting Sampson the day I did-- but what's a girl to do? NOT stop at the mobile pet adoption?? I went just to say hi to all the cuties and out popped this little minpin/chihuahua mix from under a blanket that just stole my heart. Thirty minutes, eight forms, and a mini shopping spree in the pet supply store later, I brought my little guy home. Severely underweight and terrified of everything that wasn't me, but at least he was finally home. (and you'll be glad to hear that he has since bloomed into a spoiled little social butterfly) Along with caring for my own animals and the occasional friend's, I have five years volunteer experience at the Denver Dumb Friends League. Along with caring for the other animals in the shelter, my duties included dog walking, feeding, socializing, calming, and oral medication administration. My step father once told me something about dogs and it really stuck. Looking at one of our little sleeping pugs snoring away, he asked, "Do you know why dogs sleep so easily?" I said I didn't. And then he told me, "It's because their consciences are completely clear. No dog has ever lived with the natural intention of malice. Their souls are as close as we will ever get to pure." I believe that to be 100% true. There is very little I wouldn't do for a dog. Not just my own, I mean any and every dog. I hold them in such high respect and operate under the notion that they deserve every bit of love and attention I can muster. Which, as it turns out, happens to be a truckload.