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I have a smol Shih Tzu named Blitz! I named it from Platinum's last name Berlitz (yeah, basically Dawn in the Pokemon manga) ; v; It's almost 7 years old I think!

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I have 6 lovely fur babies :)

A pitbull named Pancake.
A long haired cat named Chai
A deaf cat named Latte (cats are brother)
A dumbo rat named Nagini
A Rex rat named Nimbus
And a hairless rat named Beanbag

^__^ they all get along and I take the rats out to interact with the other animals on a daily basis.

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At the moment I have two lovely kitties, both golden tabby toms.
They look practically identical, to the point where even my dad can't tell them apart unless they're standing right next to each other.

One is named Max. He's a sweetheart, but he's really shy. He likes snuggles but tends to get a little too aggressive, often headbutting people or clawing them. He also doesn't understand that biting is not a sign of affection.
The other is named Min. He's a lot more extroverted than Max is, and a lot noisier. He loves to get into places he's not supposed to and knock things down. Seriously, anything that isn't nailed down he'll either eat or toss off the table. Or both. He tries to escape, but soon comes back when he realizes he's bad at being an outdoor cat.

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Title: Ruby's Story

My first dog is a type of dog that I swore I would never own. I did not want the stigma that would surely be associated with me owning the particular dog breed. I myself looked down upon yuppie women who carried these dogs in their purses. The dog in question was supposed to be my uncle's dog, my uncle who I live with. My uncle is great with dogs, by the way, so, it's not like the dog had a reason to not choose him as an owner. He even named her Ruby.

None of us know exactly why the dog choose me to be her owner. Don't misjudge me, I love animals and I always have. I just, well, never thought I would be "one of those women" who owned a Chihuahua that could potentially be carried in a purse. Yes, I am now the proud owner of this little dog:

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Initially, I didn't care much for her. She was cute and all, I suppose, but I was more interested in her sister, who looked more like a cute Pomeranian. They are technically Pomchii's. I've always been more interested in dogs who have color to their coat, and who actually have soft, furry bodies. Ruby, the Chihuahua was therefore of little interest to me. I would give her a pat on the head, and back, then coo over her sister, Molly. It's not like she, Ruby, was supposed to be my dog anyways. Molly wasn't supposed to be my dog either, but one could hope, right?

Well, when Ruby began to realize I didn't have interest in her while everyone else in the house was fawning over her, she made it her personal mission to change my mind about her. I unintentionally used reverse psychology on her, is what I realized later. Me not wanting her made her want me to like her. Normal human nature, really. We want who we can't have. I wanted Molly, haha. Well, Ruby, in the beginning chose different people to cuddle up to at night. I was one of her choices, and quickly I became a reoccurring choice before any of us knew what was going on, Ruby choose me. She wanted to snuggle me, and make me love her. Ruby overtook my bed, and still to this day chases off other dogs who try to jump on to my bed. Ruby especially chases Molly away. Ruby was just a puppy but she quickly realized that if she wanted me, there was competition for my heart; Molly. That's where the jealously embedded itself into her heart. Ruby is still to this day jealous and guarded of her own sister, which I never intended for that to happen. I didn't intend for it to be a competition.

Once I realized Ruby was a rather intelligent dog, and was very aware of her surroundings, I made more of a point to be nice to her. Not that I was ever mean to begin with. I just had other interests. Some people prefer Pitbulls. I preferred...not Chihuahua's. Ruby was more intelligent then I gave her credit for too because I began to love her without realizing it. It took me awhile to realize just how much I like this girl. She was small enough to sleep in the crook of my neck. She would curl up against my tummy and keep my stomach warm. Ruby even began to sing like Taylor Swift for me. ( Ruby has a high pitched squealing bark which is not a jab at Taylor)

All of a sudden Ruby was my dog, and I loved her. I also began to realize that Ruby is me. Ruby emulated my personality. Recreated? I'll admit, it's a bit nerve wracking how like me this dog is. Ruby is bossy, demanding, and prissy. So prissy. If I don't have a constant supply of duck jerky to feed her as a treat when she finds the tallest pillow she can stand on to start demanding treats with, she'll give me the cold shoulder. God forbid I offer her a Milkbone or a cheap dog treat of questionable content. And as she demands treats, she'll tick at me. It's the cutest thing ever. But goodness, her being a Chihuahua, she can't chew for anything. I had to accept long ago that she is a messy eater. Oh, and she is racist against dark skinned Alaskan Eskimo's. Like, what? I don't understand where Ruby gained that trait. She was a pup then, and I was watching that movie with the train and the snow and the cockroaches were made into the meal served to the poor people, and the one, I think she was Asian, steps out of the train in the eskimo like suit and Ruby flipped out. I couldn't console her for a good hour. I still don't know why Ruby was so terrified. I haven't replayed that movie since.

And since owning Ruby, I have developed into a better person. I have a new respect for Chihuahua's, and their owners. Ruby taught me a lot about how I shouldn't judge people, nor dogs. I know, I know, we had a rocky beginning. A lot of you were probably horrified by the beginning of Ruby's story. I can assure you all that I am not the same person I was when I met Ruby. Over the years, I have learned a lot, and I don't look down on people, as Ruby taught me a lot. I love Ruby, and I wouldn't trade her for any dog in the world. She made me love her. And I do. I just wish I could bring her on car rides with me. Ruby, despite her size, is not a travel-friendly dog. Ruby gets car sick, just like I do. When I tried taking Ruby up to the snowy mountains, she puked the whole way there, and shivered. (I've realized in recent years I shiver like a Chihuahua too when I'm nervous) I took her, twice, to get a Christmas tree from the store. The first time wasn't so bad but the second time, Ruby was terrified. I don't think I'll put her in the car again.

This means, any dreams I have of visiting Disneyland or Pennsylvania will have to wait. I won't leave Ruby at home, and I can't go without her. She would be too sad, and I would be too sad. We would miss each other too much. It's a bit disappointing since I'd like to travel, and I'd like to travel with her but it's not quite possible so my grand plans of travel will have to wait.

I can assure you all that I love Ruby, and that I cherish her every day.

Sometimes, the best friendships occur from rocky beginnings.

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I've only ever had 2 pets myself, 2 rabbits
Thumper - a persian blue mini rex rabbit named after the fact he made a ton of noise when we got him
and Bobby - a ginger and white mini rex rabbit named after his little 'bobbing' habit. we never had them both at the same time though.

Thumper was given to me as a present after school and boy was i happy. he lived in our house for a while but we didn't have much room so we moved him into the shed. but one day he bit a whole in the shed door, now, he couldn't fit through it, but a rat could. So one morning, i went to feed him and give him his water as i did every morning, and found him injured with some of the place being a mess. i went inside my house and got a plastic box to put him in to carry inside. We found out a rat had attacked him. about a week later, on his first birthday he had to get put to sleep..

then we got Bobby, and he lived for years.. he died of natural causes, i loved him though. My sister trained him to give kisses, too. you could literally lean over to his cage and say "kiss, kiss, kiss" and he'd actually lean up to give you a kiss. Bobby lived in my room so that incident wouldn't happen again.

man did i love them both.

I've always loved cats. That's why I have a mouse.



Mr. Hotdogs, as I call him, because whenever he stretches out he *kinda* looks like a hotdog. If ya squint. Yeah, looking back I think I named him really stupidly.

It was the day on the school Cross Country, last year. I came second, only rivaling my friend, Natsumi. As a reward, we went to a pet shop. Why? Because, as a family living in a no-pets townhouse, needed something to entertain their kid. And a mouse was the way to go. Not a hamster, mind you, because hamsters are "illegal" in Australia.

Fast forward a year, and my mouse is living happily in his cage. He lives the life of luxury, having an assortment of food, fresh water, bedding and peanut butter. And surprisingly the person in charge of the townhouse hasn't caught us yet. Yet.

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I own a black and white (well hes kinda silvery and white) Shitzu named Cody. He is 9 years old. I own 2 albino Ringneck Doves named Spirit (male) and Faith (female). I also own a betta fish named Kovu, hes black with a gold tail. I'm currently saving up for 3 leopard geckos, another betta fish and some snails!

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I have a female pit bull and a female Dutch rabbit

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This happened to my chicks:

2 dogs jumped the fence and hurt/ate all our pet chicken's and when we tried to get them away they jumped back over the fence and couldn't be seen. I don't like dogs or cats anymore, my parent spend money on those chicks and they don't deserve to die by a dog jumping over the fence to eat them (I bet there my neighbors from 2 houses away).

Rip: Lots (Around 5) of chicken :(
Almost Rip: 2 Chickens (Vets don't help chickens)

Congratulations, we have a new member of the family. Pit Bull, name is Daisy ))

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To be honest, I really want a dog and it's a sore subject for me. I have a cat and the cat is awful.

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I have 3 dogs, a cat, and I’m getting 2 bearded dragons!

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Title: Never mind

One of my baby bearded dragons just died 😢

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I own a cat.