I can't even begin to tell you how much I love dogs! I was born into a home with two big dogs (Timber, a Siberian Husky, and Teo, a mixed pup) and I am honoured to have had them by my side growing up. Unfortunately they died when I was around 10, and it took my mum 4 years to overcome grief and get two more dogs: Paco and Cleo (Spinone/Poodle mixes, siblings). Unfortunately my mum broke her back a couple years before we got them and so, since my little brother was only 9 at the time, I've been taking care of the "children", as she called them: I would take them both out for walks together, play with them, take Paco (very energetic boy!) for runs - even next to my bike, feed them, take them to training and groom them (especially summer haircuts!). At the moment they live with my mum and since I am in London I don't see them too often, but every time I go, I take care of them like they were my children. Luckily, my in-laws have a very good girl (old Esther, 13) and we go see her at the weekends, so I still get to spend time with a 4-legged friend. My grandparents also have a Border Collie, Messi, that I help them walk, I groom him and play with him - and he is a very energetic puppy! I get along with all dogs and they usually like me back and recognise me as a figure of authority, so I don't mind about the size. I miss coming home to a waggly tail and a smile to warm my heart! I would be lucky to get to spend time with someone else's furry children and take care of them.