I am a zoologist in the making! My life has been intertwined with an array of animals and dogs are my specialty. From my very first dog Harley—a precious pure dachshund with stinky breath. . . to my second dog Whitney—a howler at heart and full blue tick hound dog. . . then my third dog Chloe—an elderly bow legged rescue hound mix, who my mother and I discovered at the beginning of our road lying in a field of grass completely exhausted and in desperate need of care and lovin’ . . . to my own personal dog (landing 4th doggo place) AND best friend, Bowser—a mixture of beagle, pit, pointer, and more, was a whoppin’ $4 at the local humane society and is still the best purchase I’ve made thus far in my life . . . to my mothers rescue and indefinitely considered my dog too, Basil (or “Nae Nae” coming in 5th place)—the sweetest butt rubbing driven bulldog and lab mix . . . and the second to last, is my mother’s dog, who I have taken care of throughout his existence and his name is, Hofner— a pure long-haired German shepherd who requires so much and who has been to doggie training classes with my mother and I both present, where I was able to grasp knowledgeable tactics. The final dog, who is now my only pet (Bowser passed away from Stomach Cancer, recently) is named, Jasper, better yet “Jazz the Spazz” — who is a nearly full blooded American Terrier, aka Pit Bull, who has no desire to understand personal space, due to his driven need for love and affection. He will turn the impossible snuggle area into the possible one and not let anyone or anything get in his way of illustrating his form of love. Let’s not forget to include my family’s—including myself—our two cats. Tigger was a tabby house cat and he defined the term “lone wolf.” Nickalina is a full blood Maine Coon rescued from Ukraine; where the journey to the U.S., thankfully landed her in our care. As for other peoples unique creatures in my care, the list ranges from snakes, to bearded dragons, fish, ferrets, parrots, and of course the good ‘ol doggies and cats. Oddly enough, Bowser sniffed out a toad one frosty nightfall during our nightly routine of “potty break/smell as much as possible” and there revealed my next creature who I would love and care for. She was a toad. A full blown, bumpy lumpy, amphibian who Bowser would chill with from time to time. Her eyelids were nearly frozen shut, but I brought her inside and placed her in a glass bowl with a small amount of room temp water to encourage comfort and not place her in shock. I placed it under a lamp and checked on her every few minutes till her eyes were wide open. She never revealed any uncertainty toward me and my intentions. Whether she knew she was safe or had lived a long life already (their lifespan can fulfill 11 years of toady experience) . . . Naula (Na-La: means “miracle” from an African lineage) survived a little over a year in her 10 gallon tank of a home, while also having moments of freedom in different environments. I had two turtles—Dude and KeKe—and I had them for many years and planned to transition them into a bigger tank to initiate more surface growth, rather than limit their abilities in a 10 gallon tank; though, I ended up having to move and they were placed in a good friends care. My aquariums have held an assortment of fish, sucker fish, AND a tiny frog who made lots of friends. Overall, my love for all sorts of living organisms holds no boundary. I’m not keen on spiders or roaches, but some have been gifted more chances at life from my random moments of “feeling bad” and the fundamental “capture and release” method. Therefore, I obtain an internal significance toward life in general, no matter the subject in existence. If I am not knowledgeable in a specific line of duty/work/task—I research and implement my findings with a full heart and awareness of other relatable factors. Challenges that come my way, only add to my intelligence and experience in this flashing life we have been gifted to LIVE.