I was raised with pets in my house, and having a dog has been a central part of my life.
My dog to me is like a sister, and since moving out of my home to study abroad I have felt a hole inside of me that is only filled when I visit home and see her again. She is everything to me and she is what I miss the most about my home. I was exposed to them from the beginning, so from a young age I was taught how to approach a dog, not to hug them around the neck, understanding when they are getting annoyed or when they are upset, and many other things. My grandma has two large Italian Hounds and I've always helped take care of them, taking them out for walks, cleaning their ears, feeding them. My dog is a Belgium Sheepdog (Groenendael), so also quite a big dog. I'm used to taking all three out for walks together, and I feed them at the same time.
I'm very wary of other dogs being aggressive, and always pay 100% attention when in the park or dog areas, I always make sure I know another dog's sex before letting them approach my dog (or dog I'm taking care of) and make sure I ask their owner whether their dog is of good nature or not.
My dog suffers from a slight heart condition, and she can collapse when her body becomes overwhelmed (after a long walk in the mountain for example, or, when she was a puppy, chasing after birds for too long) and has a seizure. I am used to staying calm and comforting her as we wait for the seizure to end. I also give her magnesium orally if I see she is starting to waver during a walk and gave her suppositories as well to help with her seizures.
I absolutely love dogs and give them my 100% attention when I'm with them. There is nothing like them in the world and no human could ever give you the love and affection and loyalty that a dog can, and I want to give back to them the same love and attention they deserve.