My Love for Animals Began With My Parents

My family dynamics played a significant role in my love of animals. My father grew up on a farm and had a wealth of knowledge concerning animals, both domestic and wild, which he shared with me. My mother, who was physically disabled by the time I was ten years old, taught me the value of having a pet companion to help to elevate stress. Also, I have a sister, although we are far enough apart in age that we both grew up as children without siblings. With my sister so far ahead of me in years, my parents nullified my loneliness by providing me with a wide variety of pets.

The work is very rewarding; however, it is also very stressful. I found that my personal stress relief came as I worked with my own pets at the end of a difficult day. Giving my pets unconditional love and feeling the bounty of devotion from my dogs and cats each day, keeps me in balance.
A colleague of mine was having to go out of town for a business trip and asked if I would care for her dog and cat while she was away. My personal schedule was completely flexible, and I really liked her dog and cat; so, I agreed. I do not know who had more fun, her dog and

As a child, I enjoyed caring for and learning from my birds, monkeys, turtles, horses, and dogs. I did not have any cat pets until I was an adult. As an adult, I fell in love with cats and learned a whole new set of lessons from these babies. But as a child, I had lots of dogs—I had big dogs, and little dogs, I had mutts and pure breeds. Each was more than a pet to me; they were my family… a brother or a sister.
I grew up believing that pets were more than dumb animals to care for; they were living

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cat, or me! When my colleague returned, she called to say she had never seen her dog and cat be so content and happy when she returned from a trip. I have never forgotten her words, "It was just like their granny came to take care of them."
A few weeks later I got a call from a business associate of my colleague. I answered the phone, “Hello, this is Ree Wattner, may I help you?”
“Yes,” I heard, “I understand you are the Pet Granny, and I need your help!”

things that I counted on. College led me into the field of psychology. My involvement in this field provided me with the opportunity to work for twenty-five years with hospice patients, Alzheimer's patients, and abused children. Ultimately, this work led me to operate a nonprofit organization that focuses on educating children to have a voice against their abuser.

These two phone calls were the beginning of The Pet Granny way of taking care of our furry family has grown and grown!

My Love for Animals Began With My Parents

My family dynamics played a significant role in my love of animals. My father grew up on a farm and had a wealth of knowledge concerning animals, both domestic and wild, which he shared with me. My mother, who was physically disabled by the time I was ten years old, taught me the value of having a pet companion to help to elevate stress. Also, I have a sister, although we are far enough apart in age that we both grew up as children without siblings. With my sister so far ahead of me in years, my parents nullified my loneliness by providing me with a wide variety of pets.
As a child, I enjoyed caring for and learning from my birds, monkeys, turtles, horses, and dogs. I did not have any cat pets until I was an adult. As an adult, I fell in love with cats and learned a whole new set of lessons from these babies. But as a child, I had lots of dogs—I had big dogs, and little dogs, I had mutts and pure breeds. Each was more than a pet to me; they were my family… a brother or a sister.
I grew up believing that pets were more than dumb animals to care for; they were living things that I counted on. College led me into the field of psychology. My involvement in this field provided me with the opportunity to work for twenty-five years with hospice patients, Alzheimer's patients, and abused children. Ultimately, this work led me to operate a nonprofit organization that focuses on educating children to have a voice against their abuser.

My Love for Animals Began With My Parents

My family dynamics played a significant role in my love of animals. My father grew up on a farm and had a wealth of knowledge concerning animals, both domestic and wild, which he shared with me. My mother, who was physically disabled by the time I was ten years old, taught me the value of having a pet companion to help to elevate stress. Also, I have a sister, although we are far enough apart in age that we both grew up as children without siblings. With my sister so far ahead of me in years, my parents nullified my loneliness by providing me with a wide variety of pets.
As a child, I enjoyed caring for and learning from my birds, monkeys, turtles, horses, and dogs. I did not have any cat pets until I was an adult. As an adult, I fell in love with cats and learned a whole new set of lessons from these babies. But as a child, I had lots of dogs—I had big dogs, and little dogs, I had mutts and pure breeds. Each was more than a pet to me; they were my family… a brother or a sister.
I grew up believing that pets were more than dumb animals to care for; they were living things that I counted on. College led me into the field of psychology. My involvement in this field provided me with the opportunity to work for twenty-five years with hospice patients, Alzheimer's patients, and abused children. Ultimately, this work led me to operate a nonprofit organization that focuses on educating children to have a voice against their abuser.

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The work is very rewarding; however, it is also very stressful. I found that my personal stress relief came as I worked with my own pets at the end of a difficult day. Giving my pets unconditional love and feeling the bounty of devotion from my dogs and cats each day, keeps me in balance.
A colleague of mine was having to go out of town for a business trip and asked if I would care for her dog and cat while she was away. My personal schedule was completely flexible, and I really liked her dog and cat; so, I agreed. I do not know who had more fun, her dog and cat, or me! When my colleague returned, she called to say she had never seen her dog and cat be so content and happy when she returned from a trip. I have never forgotten her words, "It was just like their granny came to take care of them."
A few weeks later I got a call from a business associate of my colleague. I answered the phone, “Hello, this is Ree Wattner, may I help you?”
“Yes,” I heard, “I understand you are the Pet Granny, and I need your help!”
These two phone calls were the beginning of The Pet Granny way of taking care of our furry family has grown and grown!

MEET OUR GRANNY FAMILY

Granny Ree
Granny Ree
Granny Tee
Granny Tee
Granny Mary
Granny Mary
Pappy Ed
Pappy Ed