I don’t have a dog. I don’t have a cute cat. No horses, sheep, goats. The gerbil disappeared down the heat vent and we haven’t seen her in over a decade. I don’t even want to think about where that snake went. The wheel still turns but the hamster died.
And, really, you wouldn’t want me to have a pet.
As you may already suspect, I sorta have a bad luck with our furred and/or feathered friends. But, I come by it naturally. It all started with the “Problem with the Parakeets.”