My fiancé and I have two adorable dogs—Doug is a Dachshund who loves the couch and Gus is a very high-energy mixed breed. My sister, Natalie, would make sure that they were fed, their water bowl was clean and full, and would make sure to take them on long walks while the two of us were at work; even Doug, who hates the unpredictable weather in Seattle. We would come home, and the two rambunctious dogs we left before work, are too tired from their earlier adventure to bark at the neighbors or cars. Whenever we were able to, we would go on a little vacation while Natalie took care of the dogs and she would send us very photogenic photos of them along with updates (honestly, I don’t know how she gets them to pose like that, because we are never able to). She would constantly play tug of war with them, throw a ball with them at the park, buy Doug clothes for the cold weather, talk to them in high pitched voices, cuddle with them, and somehow get them to stop barking at any time. I think she really found her calling since she got to live with these boys for a year. She will be nothing but terrific at caring for anyone else’s dogs/pets just by the way that we’ve seen the way that she cares for the ones that we have.