I love animals very much, and most of them never refuse petting and treats; for such cases, I always have long artificial nails on my left hand, and treats are kept in my desk drawer. I understand perfectly that every living creature has its own character, interests, and needs, and I am happy to satisfy them. Dogs first appeared in my house about 4 years ago, 2 Labrador mixes, aged 7 and 12. My mom took them from a shelter where we used to volunteer, walking, grooming, and photographing the dogs. In general, we spent time with them in every way possible, helping them socialize and find a home. By that time, I already had 2 cats and 2 rabbits living with me, and we also periodically took in 1-2 cats for treatment or temporary care. Then I moved in with my boyfriend, who has 2 wonderful dogs: a European husky and a Shepherd mix. I spent a lot of time with them since I wasn't working; we walked for at least 4 hours every day. When needed, I bathed and brushed them, never forgetting to treat them with snacks. They would take every free moment to get as close to me as possible so I wouldn't stop petting them. I looked after my friend's cat at his home while he and his wife were on vacation. I followed all recommendations and regularly sent photos and videos of the happy cat. I also occasionally go to help walk dogs and socialize puppies, giving them warmth and attention.