I'm not "an animal person." Translate: I never wanted a pet when I was a kid. I didn't understand why my parents and brother seemed to be perpetually fussing around various dogs, birds, and hamster-y things. I don't approach dogs and ask their people questions about them.
I don't really know how to do a lot of The Things people do with pets. So having animals for the first time meant asking a lot of questions. (Reading a few books.)
It means, too, I guess, that I don't really think it's that weird that our chickens live in the house with us part time. And it means I spent the weekend skinless and in tears because we had to take our rooster, Meg, to go live on a farm today (no, really, I delivered him myself) because we aren't allowed to have roosters in the city.
Or, does this make me "an animal person"?