As far back as I can remember, I have been surrounded by furry family. I was brought up to believe a pet is just that…family.
For me, it all started at 4, with the first two dogs I can remember…a Collie named Missy, and a mix named Lucky. When I was 9, my family moved to a rural area of New Jersey where a young beagle stumbled upon our home and made my family a part of his. Later that year, at the age of 10, after much begging and pleading, I was surprised with my first cats, Sammy and Muffin. Through it all, my parents always instilled in me that you don’t give up on family, even if they’re covered in fur.
My children were raised with the same values, and now that my children are grown, one with a child of his own, I have one dog at home…a pug named Taz. If there was ever a dog who believed he was human, that dog is Taz! And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
While this is my first “job” caring for pets, I hardly consider it work. Caring for pets is much like caring for children…in fact, it is caring for family. I don’t see it as work, but a part of life. It has certainly been a part of my life, and I don’t ever see my life without furry family. As the grandmother of a beautiful little four month old, I see your pets in a similar light…I can play with them for a little while, and give them back.
