Pets!

[Kazooie]

Well, we have a thread for the the real pictures of you, might as well have something similar for pets, right? :'O

 

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This is my little demon. Her hobbies are destroying our things, sitting on laptops, and being adorable all the time even when she's being a demon.

 

She's also extremely loud and won't stop climbing my dresser at all.

 

Discuss pets and stuff, though I guess all the cat posts are basically

 

TL;DR Cats are dicks.

[Toffee.]

My house is full of Pugs.
Srsly. We have 6 of them.

[Thar]

My family's only owned labs and cats, but I've always wanted to own an iguana, a hamster, a ferret, and a fox.

 

My sisters had a pair of guinea pigs once, but they didn't last long. Same thing with a goldfish that I won at a fair.

[Cin]

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My little 6 1/2 year old Toy Yorkshire Terrier, Oscar (My sister loves taking photos of him so I pinched one). He's been so helpful for my depression.
Glad we've had him insured otherwise I don't think we could afford him.

[Gαr]

My house is full of Pugs.
Srsly. We have 6 of them.

 

OK, I love you so much more now, dude.

 

I currently have two dogs, a pug and a Jack Russell mix, both of whom are eight, and four cats, ages varying. That number used to be five, but my family decided to put down the oldest one because declining health problems. The most my family has ever had was eight and that was the most fun version of hell I've ever experienced.

[goddamnit names are a pain]

Well, we have a thread for the the real pictures of you, might as well have something similar for pets, right? :'O

 

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This is my little demon. Her hobbies are destroying our things, sitting on laptops, and being adorable all the time even when she's being a demon.

 

She's also extremely loud and won't stop climbing my dresser at all.

 

Discuss pets and stuff, though I guess all the cat posts are basically

 

TL;DR Cats are dicks.

what is dis

you are a bird

why the hell do you own a cat

 

I have a cat. She is the best. Well she sleeps all over all of our clothes but she likes to sleep on my stuff more than anyone else's. My parents/siblings say she enjoys...my....scent? The most. Eew but sweet 

 

I post pic l8r

Also she likes Yugioh because she sleeps all over my cards and knocks them down from wherever I place them

[Tourmaline]

I've had a multitude of pets myself, though I will list them in chronological order. 

The first pet I had was a dog who, after getting, my mother and uncle decided to call Gizmo because they liked that Gremlin movie and thought it would be an interesting name for her. We got her when I was in grade one. She was always very calm and didn't like other dogs but really liked to sleep in people's laps. I know her favorite people were my grandmother and our family friend who came over often, but she also did like me quite a bit. We were actually closer than she was with most other people. Anyway, she ended up dying August 22nd, 2012 because the veterinarians made a misdiagnosis and thought she had small cysts. That's part of why 2012 is probably my worst year so far.

She was a black and white Shih Tzu and really, really liked playing with very few toys in particular from childhood to death. Also she had back problems. I feel really bad about it because my brother and I initially had a fear of her and the thought of treating such a peaceful entity with such a negative set of emotions until later was horrible of us. She rarely barked or made ANY noise. I would get a picture of her, but the last one we had was in my brother's old phone. I didn't immediately feel bad about her passing away, just a few nights later. I actually still miss her sometimes.

The second dog we got was in...
About 2010, we actually got a dog called Luna. Here is a picture of her: 

Really nice dog. Actually, she really liked me more than most of the other people in the house. She was probably the toughest out of any of the dogs we got, and she rarely barked, too, but she enjoyed spending time with other dogs more and liked to playfight more than any other dogs thus far. She actually had a hip dysplasia. I think that's what it was called. Anyway, she always had to limp a bit more than actually run fully and didn't even use that leg as much as the others for anything. She actually slept in my room for a very long time. Nobody else wanted her in their room because she shed a lot, but I always had her in my room, anyway. She really liked lying down in the coldest places. Oh, but she hated being walked so much. She just liked running around however she wanted. Buuuut because my parents didn't want to deal with her hair anymore, and because she REALLY hated children, they gave her away. My stepfather said that he would have been fine putting her down because she really didn't like children and he wouldn't have minded, so this is better. Plus my mother never showed her as much affection because it wasn't the dog she wanted in the first place. She said she couldn't feel as much of a bond to Luna because she wasn't the one at the breeder she originally chose.

The third dog we got is where I realized that our family is dysfunctional and nobody in this house knows how to take care of a pet. His name was Lucky and we got him in 2011. A picture of hiiiiim....



Starring my brother's foot.

Anyway.

He was very timid and not nearly as into roughhousing as Luna was. He was also a bit taller, but not nearly as muscular.

We got him a few weeks after he was born from a breeder. In terms of his timidity, he was also very scared of everything. He really enjoyed spending time with Luna and liked affection a lot more than her from anybody, but not from too many people at once. He had a really bad life until he was given away, like the last. A few weeks after we got him, he got parvovirus. My mother went alone with me because everybody else was at work, and he was pretty much lying half dead in some veterinarian's building. She was contemplating between letting him pass away or using pretty much all the money the house had left to have him cured, and I spent those hours right in front of him, managing to convince her that the money didn't matter as much and she payed for the treatment.

Soon after he came back and aged a bit, my stepfather began yelling at him for every little thing and very often hit him or pinned him down on the ground to show he was the "master." He would even be thrown in the cage for little things that may have bothered by stepfather and suffered through obvious physical abuse. That's actually a huge part of what made him timid, and he got so afraid of my stepfather that he'd actually piss himself in his presence. Of course, my stepfather thought it was him showing the rest of the house that he was the dog's master more than anybody, and, because he wasn't allowed to pee in the house, would punish him further for doing it out of fear.

He ended up being given away at the same time as Luna, and I openly told my parents that I was happy he was because they don't know how to raise a dog and that our house was a hellhole that no pet should ever have to suffer through. 

Not long after, we actually got another dog anyway.

I was personally not as nice as I could've been to the next one, who is called Toby. I initially didn't want him at all because I didn't want the responsibility and I, even less than that, didn't feel like watching animal abuse get justified by these two people. I originally kept my distance from him, though I opened up.

Here he is: 



Okay, he is really loud and barks whenever there is somebody at the door for a long time, but my mother was very aware that this was something his breed has as a genetic predisposition and mentioned several times before getting him, making my stepfather aware of the fact. Of course, like Lucky, he is treated like trash: my stepfather actually throws him in the cage because of the barking that they were warned he would be VERY inclined to do; he's very often yelled at for small things; when he's not taken out for a whole day and can't hold anything in anymore, my stepfather still has the nerve to say it's the dog's fault and get enraged at my brother and I bringing his folly up; he is smacked an pinned to the ground VERY often, too and he is literally in the cage at least five to six hours EVERY day fully conscious plus the ten to twelve more every night when he goes to bed.

He really, really likes jumping and eats everything he sees like most other dogs. And he's REALLY playful and energetic.

My stepfather's attitude rubbed off on the rest of us until I realized how idiotic it was and started treating him really well, going out of my way for him or taking him out of the cage against my stepfather's will a few times. But this "be the dog's master" thing actually got to a point where anybody who treats the dog well is made a caricature of (by my stepfather) about how they're the dog's b**** and he pretends to treat Toby like his master to mock them.

Anyway, he's in the cage so often that he went from purely playful to trying to bite his way out of the cage all the time rather desperately, crying to get out and even getting yelled at more for it. Cages don't even teach dogs anything.

But anyway, seeing all this, and how he's the only dog we still have, I treat him well and always spend my time playfully with him, rather than disciplining him heartlessly. I actually feel bad seeing him in the cage very often....


Then we had a cat a few years ago, but we had to give her away. She was really, really fond of me and always slept on my back/stomach/lap, but we had to give her away soon after because my mother somehow developed a sudden allergy to cats. She was called Yuki, too. I miss her sometimes.

[Lt. Colonel Remo]

 Buuuut because my parents didn't want to deal with her hair anymore, and because she REALLY hated children, they gave her away. My stepfather said that he would have been fine putting her down because she really didn't like children and he wouldn't have minded, so this is better. Plus my mother never showed her as much affection because it wasn't the dog she wanted in the first place. She said she couldn't feel as much of a bond to Luna because she wasn't the one at the breeder she originally chose.

Soon after he came back and aged a bit, my stepfather began yelling at him for every little thing and very often hit him or pinned him down on the ground to show he was the "master." He would even be thrown in the cage for little things that may have bothered by stepfather and suffered through obvious physical abuse. That's actually a huge part of what made him timid, and he got so afraid of my stepfather that he'd actually piss himself in his presence. Of course, my stepfather thought it was him showing the rest of the house that he was the dog's master more than anybody, and, because he wasn't allowed to pee in the house, would punish him further for doing it out of fear.

 my stepfather actually throws him in the cage because of the barking that they were warned he would be VERY inclined to do; he's very often yelled at for small things; when he's not taken out for a whole day and can't hold anything in anymore, my stepfather still has the nerve to say it's the dog's fault and get enraged at my brother and I bringing his folly up; he is smacked an pinned to the ground VERY often, too and he is literally in the cage at least five to six hours EVERY day fully conscious plus the ten to twelve more every night when he goes to bed.

My stepfather's attitude rubbed off on the rest of us until I realized how idiotic it was and started treating him really well, going out of my way for him or taking him out of the cage against my stepfather's will a few times. But this "be the dog's master" thing actually got to a point where anybody who treats the dog well is made a caricature of (by my stepfather) about how they're the dog's b**** and he pretends to treat Toby like his master to mock them.

 

Jesus Hina I didn't know. No offense, but reading about your step-father is making my blood boil like fucking crazy. Shitbags like him are the people I despise the most, after paedophiles and various other fucked up people whose actions actually qualify as a crime. The fact that he fucking took his power struggle issues out on a defenseless animal is beyond redemption in my book.

 

I'm so sorry you had to go through that.

[Flash Flyer - Sakura]

I've only had a couple of Siamese fighting fishes (only b/c they were prizes for me doing the reading contests at my local library). Granted, my dad took care of them mostly (I only fed them occasionally at times). Most of them died naturally [and buried in the backyard before some stray cat dug them out of there]; I was forced to flush the last one down the toilet b/c dad got angry over having a ball near the tank (since it makes them jump). This was during my pre-teen years, so haven't had a pet since then.

 

To be honest, I'd really like to own a rabbit someday because I love them (though house gets really hot where I live at times and yard space is small for them running around).

 

Dogs are okay, but I sort of hate them because of two that live down the street from me [a Chihuahua or some other breed and some medium/large white one]. Their owner was negligent in leashing them while in plain sight; the smaller one tried to attack me a couple times while walking home. There ARE two or three dogs that I have no problems with (they're trained to be around people, so tame), so it's not like I hate them all. (No offense to you all who have them)

[Northern Sage]

My family have been cat people forever. Since I was born, we've had five cats in total, three female and two male, and two cats in the family right now. One of our cats also had two litters of four kittens each.

[goodfusion]

I have a pet rock, called Baby Rock. It is made out of chalk (or something like that) and, if you look at it in the right way, it looks like a fossilized ghost.

 

Rocks make very good pets. You do not have to feed them very often and they make great company, though they are quite lazy so taking them for walkies can be difficult. Overall they are good pets, and don't need any house training.

 

I also have a collection of (dead) snails, as well as 2 Guinea Pigs.

[Fusion X. Denver]

The only pets my family's had are fish that my sister wanted for some reason; they all didn't really last long either.

 

I'd be a terrible pet owner, I haven't even seen my GBA Pokémon in a few years.

[Kyng]

[spoiler=Scamp][/spoiler]His name couldn't fit the bill any better.

Scamp is my Jack Russell. We got him in Spain - he's got a coat on 'cause his fur is so thin, and if we Brits hate something about our country, it is our weather - and he causes enormous amounts of trouble. For example, besides having a field day in a muddy field, barking at horses, and sneaking into our neighbours' bedroom (yes, bedroom) to say Hi and get a free breakfast, he's notorious for jumping on tables, being a player, and using his adorable mug to get out of trouble (and more often than not, into it.)

Out of the three family dogs, he's mine and our first boy since I was about five. He's well behaved and a lot more calm nowadays. He's very playful, exceptionally so, and handles kids very well too. I couldn't ask for a better dog to call my own.

[Syo Kurusu]

I don't have a pet ;w;

 

I would like to get a ferret when I get my own house though ^^

[D.A._Sakuyamon]

We currently have 2 indoor cats & 2 outdoor cats. We also have two frogs.

 

Personally I can't stand to be in the presence of a dog unless I'm in a extravagantly good mood.

[Syo Kurusu]

We currently have 2 indoor cats & 2 outdoor cats. We also have two frogs.

 

Personally I can't stand to be in the presence of a dog unless I'm in a extravagantly good mood.

I don't really like dogs since it's a 50/50 chance that a dog even likes me ;w;

[Fusion X. Denver]

I actually used to be afraid of dogs when I was little, think I was jumped on by one in the car unexpectedly when I was 3.

But after getting over that, I love 'em a lot. I don't know if I'd want to own one, but I'll always play with or pet my friends' dogs.