The Dangers Of Playing With Animals In My Family

One of the questions I asked him was “When growing up, what was your first pet you ever encountered?”My dad’s reply was highly entertaining. He explained his story of his first pet. My dad started out with a brown and white hamster named Felix. His brother had a twin hamster named Frances. Soon, the hamsters both escaped, so my dad got a new hampster which he named Kinnikinnick. That hamster also escaped, so my dad got a third hamster called Kinnikinnick 2. Upon hearing this, I bursted out laughing, I couldn’t believe the names that my dad gave them as a child. My father laughed with me as he continued his story. My dad said that the first family pet was a Siberian Husky named Chinook

In 2008, I spent the summer with my Uncle, Aunt and 2 cousins in Missouri. They picked me up at the airport, and the car ride was filled with discussion about a puppy they had just gotten 2 days prior. It was explained that my cousins wanted a dog since their friends’ family had gotten a dog recently. My Uncle, happy to oblige, stopped at a neighbor’s house one day, who was giving away puppies they could not care for, as is common in small town America. He picked out the cutest one and went on his way. The family was so happy to have “Roxy” in their home and on their farm.

In addition to this, weeks later, I found myself at a shelter looking for a dog. As I walked down the hallway I saw this dog that popped out at me. He was so little, dark brown, big bold brown eyes, and all white paws, sitting there looking at me waging his tail. He even resembled a dog I had in the past. So I asked the lady to see him. When she brought him out we played and had a great bond like I have never experienced with any of my dogs. My family was also at ease because he was the only puppy to interact without

When I was young, and living in Duluth, Minnesota, I loved animals and still do. My three sisters and I would take in any creature we found and help it survive or keep it warm. Our family We were only children and didn’t know any better, but Addie found a dead mouse in our yard and brought it into the house. She kept him and named him Freddy. When my mom asked her what she was going to do with him she replied, “We can take him out and look at him.” We had him for about a week until our mom got rid of him because of the smell. We were devastated but eventually found ourselves new pets to care for. One of which, was a chipmunk.

My dog Arthur has been with me And my family since before I was born. At first he was just a puppy that my brother had gotten as a present for Christmas when he was 4, at the start of the new millennium. But soon enough he became a family dog when I was born a year later, he wasn’t just my brother’s dog anymore, we all took care of him. My parents rather had to because my brother was only 5. We didn’t really spend much time with him which we all now regret. He still really loved us! Sometimes I would go play with him in the

Some animals are kept as pets as in family. They are a part of it, like dogs or cats. They can bring people happiness. Lots of parents have pets for the reason that it could help their children learn to care about others. They think it is a good way to teach children to be good person with strong responsibility.

I'd always wanted a pet from as early as three years old, but my wish was only going to be granted when I reached a more responsible age, and so it was, when I was ten years old and we took in our very first dog. Given that much of my own life, and my parents, was taken up with caring for my autistic sister, Aislinn, by the time we had gotten our first dog, Max, the responsibility of taking care of him was made easier by our experiences with Aislinn. I had no problem with getting my hands or clothes dirty when it came to cleaning up his messes in the house, walking him through the mud or getting soaked when I tried to convince him to agree to a bath. And I was no stranger to being urinated on when I took him for a check-up at the vets. Even when he died, something that I thought I'd never be able to bear, I didn't care about sitting next to him on the urine soaked floor, just so long as I could give him a little comforting hug and say goodbye. And I handled his death much better than I ever thought I would. I never imagined that I'd be able to bear watching a pet die, much less my own, but I got through it, and the idea of

Throughout my childhood we have had many pets come and go. When I was young, we had a Beagle named Milo and a few cats. After Milo, we took up a Red Heeler and Jack Russell mixed dog we named Jackie and we also had about fifteen cats at the time, two rabbits, a chicken, and two ducks. Jackie had several litters of puppies during her time. I embrace numerous memories taking care of them. Now that she is gone, we have two cats and a Blue Heeler named

I met my best friend ten years ago. He has thick, brown, black, and white hair, brown eyes, and white feet. He loves stuffed animals that squeak, riding on the golf cart, hunting for lizards and squirrels, and eating any time of day. His name is Sam and he’s ten years old. Oh, did I mention that he’s a dog? He does not know it though. When I was seven years old, my mom, brother, and I went to the local animal shelter to look at the animals. We found two adorable puppies -- one was solid white and the other was brown, black, and white -- and my brother and I begged to have the white one. But, a couple days later, we came home from school and saw that sweet brown, black, and white puppy lying on our dad’s chest taking a nap. The white one had

I will never forget it and it stayed with me for my entire life as did the innate sadness of wondering how an animal who was meant to fly and be free could ever be happy In a cage in a pet shop. Of course being a child who absolutely loved and felt a connection with animals more over any human friend I was amazed when I walked into the pet shop and was greeted with a very friendly "Hello my name is Maynard" . I glanced around and wondered who that was and more puzzling was why didn't my mother respond as she normally did. It was not until the second "Hello" echoed through the pet shop that I realized that about ten feet in front of me this person dressed in black feathers was looking right at me and talking to me. That was the day that this lifelong journey truly began for me but through the years I realized that I was born with this love for nature and it would lead me to many places that would bring me both utter joy and horrible heartache because this little fellow dressed in black feathers was my first teacher that I can really recall clearly . I did have a small dog prior to this fellow in my life but I was far to young to recall the connection until years later, but trust me when I say that each animal that touched my life touched my heart and soul in a way that no human being ever has or ever

Once upon a time my family and I took a road trip to Indiana to visit my grandparents and cousins. We always had the best times up there, but one in particular haunts me to this day. When we visit we always bring our dogs with us, and this particular time the neighbors had gotten a new Pit bull named Tank. Tank was the cutest, most determined little fellow, and that chilly day in November he was determined to meet our adorable miniature schnauzer Rosie. Tank had gotten out into my grandmother’s back yard eight times that day trying to get to Rosie. But that eighth time he escaped is a memory I will never forget. My cousins and I helped my grandma corral the aroused Tank so she could grab him and return him to his yard. By the time we got him

I can remember when I was young, the curiosity in me took over every time I saw something new. I questioned everything, I wanted to know about the world around me, what was in this world with me, and why things worked the way they worked. When I was younger, I was also a helpful kid, and occasionally, too helpful. I grew up in the country outside of my small town, so seeing animal life was not uncommon. I cannot recall the amount of stray or lost dogs that we spotted while driving, and my intense desire to take each of them home. And sometimes, we actually did. Picking up and caring for those lost dogs have become some of my favorite childhood memories. We would give them a bath, fill their stomachs with good food, and return them to their homes, and if they didn’t have one, we found a good place for the pups to live. This type of ambition I had allowed me to grow as

A study conducted by a child psychologist in New Mexico, exploring the relationship between pets and children, was published in 2000. This study specifically looked at the effect that dog ownership had on 10 to 12 years old children. The researcher, Robert E. Bierer, Ph.D., was surprised at the difference in empathy and self-esteem between preadolescents who owned a dog and those who did not. Bierer 's conclusions indicate that pet ownership has a statistically significant impact on self-esteem and sensitivity towards others. He noted that teachers, parents, and other children have expectations for a child to fulfill. A pet has no such measures of success or failure; acceptance is total, which provides a sense of self worth. Furthermore, raising pets lets kids be more sensitive to observe other’s subtle feelings. They start to develop a sense of feel towards other people around them and they are more apt to seeing if they are sad or happy. In this way, kids are likely to become more considerate and caring.

I grew up with mostly cats. When I was very young, we had a Husky whom I loved dearly, but she got ran over while we were on vacation. After that, my mom could’ve easily been mistaken for the crazy cat lady, except she wasn’t crazy (aside from the fact that she let her two children keep so many cats.) When I moved out, it was 5 years before I even considered being a dog owner, but then I found this beautiful black lab that needed a home. She had siblings also needing to be housed and I almost chose one of them. At that

When I was a toddler, I avoided big dogs as much as possible probably because they were bigger than me. As I got older, I started to love all animals. What contributed to this was going to my grandparent’s house all the time. My grandmother had chickens, goats, dogs, cats, birds, and geese. She is such an animal lover that it rubbed off on me and animals became my favorite things in the world. The only pets I had when I was younger were hamsters and birds and this was because my mom is allergic to cats and dogs. Of course I treated my hamsters like they were my children because I loved the fact that they depended on me and loved me. This is how I now feel about animals. I finally convinced my mother and father to get me a dog after years of being shot down because it was either get a dog and lose my mom, or keep my mom and not have a dog. Of course I chose my mom because what kind of daughter would I be if I just said,” Okay, see ya mom!”? To my surprise, on Christmas Day with all of my family, they got me a one pound baby Bichon-poo. Bichon Frise and poodle dogs are both non-allergenic which is very important because it makes it possible for me to keep my mom and have a puppy! Two years later they surprised my older brother with another puppy of the same kind so Yadia, my baby girl, could have a friend. The moral of this story, is that I am an animal lover but I don’t want to go through the process of