I have always been an animal person in a big way, even as a kid – to the point where it was not cute, but detrimental. I would approach dogs constantly and, by the time I was 10, I had been bitten 13 times. We lived in the Philippines, where there was rabies, so I was always going to the hospital.
My sister, who was six years older than me, had Champa, a pomeranian cross who was responsible for the majority of those bites. I didn’t blame Champa, though – I was always trying to get her to like me more and play games, none of which was her bag.
