I once had a dog named Max... well he was a family outside dog and he mated with the next door neighbors dog Lady. We adopted one of the puppies, whom we named J Rock (Specifically my 2nd oldest brother Jason did).

Story #1 I remember a time when J Rock was a puppy I brought him and his brother to my parents and laid on both of them (gently) and presented my parents with a speech. Basically I was asking my parents could we have one and if so which one could we have.

Story #2 J Rocks brother in my previous story was named Simba (I named him) and he was tan just like a lion too. I was young and naive, I didn't know any better. I would abuse him by throwing him against a wall (I hope this isn't too graphic). I don't know what happened to him. I heard he was adopted.

Now my thoughts on this story is that I learned a lesson during my childhood. You NEVER abuse animals, because they feel just like we do. Even though they cant voice out their pain in words we understand, we should respect them. Until this day I am sadden by what I've done and regret it. I hope he lived a long and fruitful life.

Story #3 I was once eating a banana and I dropped the banana peel outside the window. And my dog Max at the peel to my horror.

Story #4 Me and my second oldest brother Jason went to a Catholic school in California, and lets just say... our dogs Max and J Rock somehow got out of the backyard and tracked us down. Because one day after school I noticed there were some dogs on school grounds. It took a moment for me to realize that they were our dogs. I was so happy and I couldn't contain my excite me and was practically bouncing around my brother asking him all sorts of questions. Like how did they find us, etc. I'm surprised they weren't hit by cars or even picked up by animal control

Story #5 There was this one time, my family (all five of us) were watching TV. Mom, Dad, Lloyd who is the oldest, Jason and me. There was barking all of a sudden and no one knew why. Heck no one even cared except me. I kept asking why they were barking. Eventually I convinced them to go outside and see what was the matter. It turns out someone had tried to break into our car. Now this is days before.. maybe even weeks before we planned to move to Texas from California.

Story #6 Around the age of 10 I moved from California to Texas where I currently am. Sadly my parents told me and my brother Jason that we could not bring Max and J Rock with us. I was so sad and I practically cried every day until we left. And I distinctly remember my dogs looked like they were crying. It was as if they knew what was going to happen. I hope they lived long lives and were adopted together.

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Story #1 It's been a long time since I had a bird and decided it was time. My parents took me to Adventures in Birds where I got Skye. Funny thing is.. he chose me, I didn't pick him. I was looking at the cockatiels and spotted him instantly. All the other birds were flying away while he stood his ground and stared at me. We stared at each other for the longest time, never losing our gaze. Some time had passed until I firmly decided that I wanted to take him home. I feel like he and I were meant to be together

Story #2 Me and my sister finished giving my dog his ear medicine and he went to my room -- I knew something was wrong when he went all the way in. Usually he'd turn around when the door was closed. That was when I remembered about Skye and I ran in to see him jump off his cage (trying to fly) and into the trashcan (which probably saved him and my chair being in the way). And before my dog could get closer I grabbed his collar. =\ If he could I think the little birdie would have had a heart attack, I'm glad hes okay.

nothing is here yet

nothing is here yet

nothing will ever be here... I've only had him maybe a few days before my parents took him tot he vet to be put down. Atleast thats what my parents told me. I went school happy that I had my very own (my first) dog. I come home ready to play with him only to find he was there. I asked my parents where he was and they said basically that he was put down because he had kennel cough. To this day I've always believe that. That is until last year or when I asked my parents again. My mom told me they returned the dog to the place we got him from. *face palm*

Nothing will ever be here... Spike was an iguana my friend Amanda gave me. That's really all I can say. I believe he either died or was cold and stiff because he wasn't on his heat rock. Either way he is no longer with me. With him presumed dead he was thrown away. I miss him, I miss the feel of him. He was either cold or warm and was sort of smooth but scaly at the same time

Nothing will ever be here... Fire was a beta fish I used to have and s/he was the only one I ever had. Will they be the last? I don't know.

nothing is here yet

nothing is here yet

This lovely girl was bi eyed. One was dark brown and the other a really light brown. She was beautiful. She loved the water to pieces. I mean when I would wash her, she would move around until she pawing at the water or trying to drink it. She even loved to swim. But she was a handful... she would break out, pull on the leash and even dig. So we came to the conclusion to keep her on a chain while she was outside doing her bathroom duties. But that never worked out. I then moved to an apt and had to buy a crate because she would constantly pee everywhere like a male despite having used the bathroom outside. I eventually had to get rid of her as she was just too much for me to handle. She was anywhere from 9 months to a year old I can't exactly remember.

nothing is here yet because he is a new dog and I've maybe had him for a month or two now. And oh my god he pees everywhere >_<

Nothing will ever be here. He is no longer mine.. I only kept him for a few days and gave him to my brother Jason as a birthday present.

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Nothing will ever be here. My dog Kiba ate him. Just like he ate my moms yellow parakeet that she named tweety.