While I haven’t owned a dog myself (apartment living made that difficult), I’ve spent my life loving and caring for other people’s dogs. I’m a very proud dog auntie. I grew up around my grandparents’ unforgettable beagle, Toby, and later helped care for everything from Great Danes to terriers and a Basset Hound. I once worked for a woman whose chihuahua was undergoing heartworm treatment — she became my constant companion in the garden. I’ve loved a labradoodle who ate everything in sight and somehow survived it all, a leaning, escape-motivated Newfoundland, a senior dog who persevered through major health issues, and a zoomie-prone puppy working through attachment struggles. Through all of them, I’ve learned that dogs each have distinct personalities, needs, and quirks. I’m comfortable with large breeds, strong pullers, barkers, high-energy dogs, seniors, and medically complex companions. I pay attention, follow owner expectations carefully, and take safety seriously. If I could have my own dog, I would — in the meantime, I care for other people’s dogs the way a devoted auntie does: with patience, humor, structure, and genuine affection.