I have had a love and respect for all animals for as long as I can remember. I grew up on a small farm with chickens, goats, peacocks, ducks, one pig, and family dogs and cats. I remember waking up early before school to go feed all the animals with my grandma every morning(she lived with me and my parents). We’d take in every stray cat that wondered on our property. My grandma and i would catch the stray cats in a cage and take them to the vet. The baby goats would occasionally be rejected by their mothers which resulted in me and my grandma having to bottle feed the rejected baby. I truly had a blessed childhood to be surrounded by animals. Our first family dog was named Pepper and she is a Flat Coated Retriever. My baby passed over the rainbow bridge this past May and i was destroyed but she gave us the most amazing 16 years of her life being the most perfect angel well behaved dog. When i turned 14 i asked for a puppy and my parents said yes as long as i understood the puppy would be my responsibly since they both work and at this point in my time my grandma had passed 2 years prior. I said i understood and they got me an Alaskan Malamute puppy. I love him dearly but geese he was a stubborn trouble maker. I worked with him every day to potty train him and cate train him until we were comfortable with him free roaming the house. I also taught him tricks and how to walk by my side when we went on walks and hikes. He grew to the 120 pound gentle giant he his now. He lives in norcal with my parents while i’m here in socal for college.