I love animals and really wanted a dog of my own since I remember.
DH & I haven't been in a position to get a dog, but recently I was able to foster one temporarily (3 months).
She was a breeze really - quiet, housetrained, not destructive, slept a lot, she had a few niggles on lead with being reactive with some dogs and people but I did a lot of research and used positive reinforcement and patience to help her become happy, friendly and settled with no more reactivity.
She was underweight and shut down when she came, but trotted off to her new forever home fit, healthy and totally confident.
Thing is - it was a HUGE relief when she left. I was exhausted! The endless cleaning, feeding, walking, training, thinking of her first before everything else - it took over my life! And I'd say she was an easy dog. Everyone is asking me if I'm heartbroken but I'm just delighted she's got her perfect home and I have my life back!
My anxiety has gone down, I appreciate my freedom in a new way and I'm suddenly feeling maybe I'm not a dog person after all?? I've been asked to foster another but I've asked for more time!