Monday, September 28, 2009

The Last Meow

Pets are not very important to me. I sort of like having a pet, but I wouldn't be too torn if I didn't. Right now I have two guinea pigs (well one is my nephew's), but I don't play with them that much. I feel guilty sometimes but it's dismissible. Basically if it's caged, I pay it the same attention as I would a fish.
I can really see myself with a family dog later on in life, though. The most fun I've had with pets was with my last dog, little bear (I had named him when I was 9). We weren't too close but that was probably because he was a monster who preferred my sister and I just preferred larger dogs; he was a Pomeranian who barked at doors..

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