Since I was kid, the only thing I was really sure about was my love for animals. For a while that love was one sided, of course I didn't realize that until my grandmother black lab was using my face as a chew toy. You'd think after that fun experience the thought of going near any animal would absolutely terrify me. Well, you'd think wrong. That week I found out the dog was being put down, and I was completely distraught. Why should the dog be punished because I didn't understand how to respect animals. Since then I loved animals even more and all I wanted to do was try to help them any way I could.