I’ve taken care of dogs since I was about 12 years old and moved in with my dad. He had two red nose pitbulls who I loved and adored. I would play for hours and pet for hours. I would be the one responsible for their walking, feeding, and hygiene (baths, nail cutting, ear cleaning) and I genuinely enjoyed it. My grandparents had a Pomeranian for some years prior, and I would every weekend ask to go and see the dog. I loved him and he loved me, he would jump so high every time I walked through the door! I taught him how to do “paw”, roll over, and many more tricks. When I reached a driving age, my grandparents asked me if I would care for him while they were out of town, which was often. I would either stop in 4x a day for potty breaks and food checks or pick him up and bring him for a car ride and long walks(weather permitting) with a nice treat after.