Interesting, as I shared all of the responsibilities of caring for the three dogs, one guinea pig, two cockatiels, four budgies, and one hellraising bitch cat. This includes having one bird die in my hands while trying to console my daughter who was frightened by its death throes, trying unsuccessfully to match the bird that starved to death when my daughter wanted to care for it, to spare her the heartbreak, expressing the anal glands of my first dog (I payed the vet to handle my other dogs regarding this, thank you very much...), hauling the 50lb food bags, cleaning tons of dogshit, countless miles of walking, repairing trim chewed by birds and scratched by the cat, replacing carpeting, padding *and* subfloor when said cat started to pee on the mat outside the litter box, combing neighborhoods and trespassing yards to retrieve the dog who should've been named "Rover", and trying to hold it together while witnessing the spirit and life exiting my best friend on a vet exam table a year ago.