The last pet I had was a bird that I ended up trading for a Tonka Truck when I was 5-9 years old. I don't really remember. I traded it because it drove me and my family nuts chirping all the time. Pet birds are like pet fish, only much more annoying.
My first pet was a dog named Sloopy. He ran away during the first week that I had him and my father saw it chained on to the steps of a welfare apartment on his way to work one morning. Some welfare bum named Spooky Lukey (who I later in life bought dope from) had Sloopy (this is true) tied on with a chain so thick the dog couldn't even move, let alone stand up.
My father went and got the dog back but he ran away for good the next week. I don't really remember being sad about this but I'm sure I was. One thing I do remember is the piece of carpet by the entrance of my house where the dog would sit. It was there for years. I don't know if I wanted my parents to keep it there or if I wanted to keep it there, or if it just never got removed.
I've only ever had two pets and I traded one away and the other one ran away. Maybe this is why I'm more of a cat person than a dog person.
Anyway, the point of this post is this: If I ever get a cat, I'm calling it "Dog," and if I ever get a dog I'm calling it "Cat."
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