Most dogs I have a good time with. Most dogs. I'll never forget when I was a young boy of 6 and our neighbor's dog, a tiny white snowball creature, came barrelling towards me across my yard. I was beyond terrified of the theoretical blood dripping from the monsters sharp fangs, it's quant bark echoing across a thousand lifetimes, that I nearly peed myself. Things have gotten better since then. The first dog that I ever raised on my own is my current baby, who I have had for almost 4 years. She was raised a loving beagle, who is potty and pad trained, loves belly rubs, animals, and people alike. Only crying when left alone, she is the sweetest dog I ever met. When I was younger, I cared for a family friend's dog who had arthritis. She stayed for a whole two months at one point, but on an average for several weeks. More recently I have watched and walked my grandmother's dog when she is busy.