When my husband got our adoption dog, he was treating it like our child.
He was training the dog to open the refrigerator and to fetch his slippers.
I had to laugh when the young HVAC technician came to the house to work on our furnace. She saw how good my husband was with the dog, and how well the dog behaved. She worked on our furnace, and the dog sat next to her the entire time she was working. I thought he was keeping her away from my husband, but she thought he was being friendly. My husband came upstairs and told me I had to see this. I walked downstairs, and the HVAC technician was loving the dog. She hugged him and he was yipping and acting like a puppy. I heard her tell the dog that she wished she could be adopted by nice people like he had found. She told the dog how she had done everything on her own since she was eighteen and kicked out of the foster system. She told our dog how lucky he was to find a family that loved him so much. When she was done fixing the furnace, she came upstairs and explained the bill. I asked her why she had become an HVAC technician. She said her best friend’s adopted father offered her a job working in the parts room when she got of the foster home, and one thing led to another, and now she was an HVAC technician. My husband touched her hand, and said we would have adopted her if we had known her. She is now a constant guest in our house, and she even brought her fiance over so we could meet her.