I grew up very allergic to all animals yet BEGGED my parents for a dog. I was so obsessed with animals that I memorized the entire Dogs101 breed book and would stop people on the sidewalk at 6 years old and ask if their dog was some incredibly obscure breed (I was always correct). My parents got me a guinea pig and I took such good care of it that it lived for 10 years. Guinea pigs typically live 5-7 years for reference. Since then, an elderly neighbor surrendered their parakeet to me as I used to play with and talk to it daily (since passed), along with four goldfish, which all grew so large under my care that I had to transfer them to my aunts koi pond where they are currently thriving. My family has had three dogs total (2 of which are still alive) that I would die for. In my household, I was responsible for morning long run and afternoon feeding when I lived with my parents and took my duties seriously. I have worked on multiple farms caring for cows, chickens and horses and am therefore no stranger to large animals. With regards to walking your pets, I am not a small individual 5'8", nor am I weak and will not be dragged down the street by your large pup (my first unofficial dog-walking job was for a neighbor's massive Newfoundland when I was 10 and I refused to let the dog yank me down the sidewalk).