I am not a pet person, as anyone who knows me even slightly, would agree.
I already live with four wild animals, I don't need to add shedding to the mix.
That's not to say that I don't like animals, which I do, I'm just not a fan of the allergies that come with them, the stinky dog breath and slobber, cleaning out cages, tanks, and litter boxes, the vet bills, finding someone to watch them when you go out of town, etc.
Yes, my family does get the short end of the stick, but ultimately it would be me taking care of any creature residing in our home and I don't want to. So there. Like I said, four wild animals is enough already.
We had a fish for awhile there. Nemo. He was just a little guppy Nick brought home from school. I warned him I had a bad track record with fish and most likely he would be dead by morning. He lived a year and a half. I wasn't sad the day we flushed him down the toilet (just slightly grossed out).
When I was a kid we did have a parakeet for quite awhile. What a miserable creature that thing was. It hated us. Truly. We ended up giving it away to someone who had other parakeets in hope that some feathered companionship would help it's disposition.
And that's about it. Except the two kittens that ran away. Anyway that's neither here nor there.
Anyway, I'm not a pet person. It is what it is.
And yet, somehow, I caved.
You see, Madison is a pet person. And for whatever reason when I speak to her on the phone she is inexplicably only 5 years old. Her sweet little voice takes me back in time. And so when I got this message on my cell phone "Mommy, in school we are studying crabs, and my teacher says we can take one home if you say it's okay, so, if you get this message, and you agree, can you bring me a Tupperware to school so I can have a pet crab, cause I really, really, really want a pet." And then I spent the rest of the day imagining her watching the door hoping I would show up.
And now I have an ugly, stinky little crab sitting in a Tupperware on my counter and a happy little girl. (somewhat anyway, I'm sure she'd rather it was a puppy)
2 comments:
we already let ours die. we're so crusty!
Stay strong! Justin and I have seriously been questioning why we have dogs this week. On Saturday they both tangled with a porcupine. Several hours at the vet and $309 later they are mostly quill free. Quite a few broke off so we have to wait for them to work themselves out. Then this morning at 4:30 a.m. Ruby got sprayed by a skunk while in our yard. Why was she out at 4:30 a.m. you ask? Because she barfed in her crate at 11:30 p.m. so I let her out and she wouldn't come back in, which was fine with me until the skunk showed up and she was barking loudly enough to wake half the neighborhood. So be glad, very glad you don't have dogs.
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