Lemonizer
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Hey everyone
I'm a teen from AZ, 13 years old, animal obsessed.
We live in a 3-bed 2-bath flat, and our complex doesn't allow rodents, ferrets, or dogs >50 lb. I used to have a tortoise about 8 years ago, but I wasn't able to take proper care of it (impulse surprise present) and my folks gave him away to some dumb girl who didn't like the idea of caring for a living, breathing creature and thus gave him away to someone else. I didn't know anything about it until I saw the empty tank, and I was bawling my eyeballs out.
There was no compensation nor compassion, and all attempts to let them get me a pet later failed miserably. They gave tons of even the stupidest reasons to avoid getting me a pet.
And then I met bearded dragons.
Actually, I've never seen them in real life. But if the pictures were cute enough to make me sit and stare at them (not something I often do), seeing a beardie in real life would probably make me melt.
So I earned some money (and still at it, actually!) and decided to write an essay on beardies to present to my parents. And, well, guess what? My mum saw it before time and said I was making up stupid things.
I asked them for a snake earlier and my father announced that snakes are Satan (we're Christians, and someone didn't read his Bible recently!) and there will never be one in his (!) house.
Beardies are not snakes. They are sweet and cute. I absolutely love them.
I researched everything that could be researched - the right kind of environment, parasite treatment, feeding habits, etc. :study:
I currently have $40~, I'm sure I can make more. I can get a summer job because I'm old enough for that. On the money I make I'll get the supplies and food for him.
Now, I do not want them to buy me a dragon. I want their permission to buy one on my own money and to keep him in the same house. My parents think it's a silly idea that will pass. Interestingly enough, ever since I loved scaly-"creepy"-crawly things at the age of 3, and eventually getting one at the age of 5 (poor tortoise), my love for them hasn't died - on the contrary, now it's only stronger.
I have a lot of family issues and stressful situations. I feel like I not only want a bearded dragon pet - I need one.
Thank you for trolling-free answers.
P.S. For those of you who are so smart you think I'll stop caring for the beardie like I "stopped" caring for the tortoise: I didn't stop caring for him. I just wasn't consistent with his care because I was five and toys existed. And he was never abused - even though I was but a little child, I understood that he also had feelings. I always tried to make him happy (in my understanding of happy) by putting him in the back of a toy lorry and giving him free rides. I would also take him outside so that he had some freedom in the sun. And whenever someone tried to hurt him or take him away, I became a highly aggressive individual 3.5 feet tall. I would yell and take my tortoise and go to a corner and feed him lettuce. He was taken while I was at school. And I don't want another tortoise because I feel like if I do, it would be like betraying Torty.
P.P.S. Whoa, that turned out long.
I'm a teen from AZ, 13 years old, animal obsessed.
We live in a 3-bed 2-bath flat, and our complex doesn't allow rodents, ferrets, or dogs >50 lb. I used to have a tortoise about 8 years ago, but I wasn't able to take proper care of it (impulse surprise present) and my folks gave him away to some dumb girl who didn't like the idea of caring for a living, breathing creature and thus gave him away to someone else. I didn't know anything about it until I saw the empty tank, and I was bawling my eyeballs out.
There was no compensation nor compassion, and all attempts to let them get me a pet later failed miserably. They gave tons of even the stupidest reasons to avoid getting me a pet.
And then I met bearded dragons.
Actually, I've never seen them in real life. But if the pictures were cute enough to make me sit and stare at them (not something I often do), seeing a beardie in real life would probably make me melt.
So I earned some money (and still at it, actually!) and decided to write an essay on beardies to present to my parents. And, well, guess what? My mum saw it before time and said I was making up stupid things.
I asked them for a snake earlier and my father announced that snakes are Satan (we're Christians, and someone didn't read his Bible recently!) and there will never be one in his (!) house.
Beardies are not snakes. They are sweet and cute. I absolutely love them.
I researched everything that could be researched - the right kind of environment, parasite treatment, feeding habits, etc. :study:
I currently have $40~, I'm sure I can make more. I can get a summer job because I'm old enough for that. On the money I make I'll get the supplies and food for him.
Now, I do not want them to buy me a dragon. I want their permission to buy one on my own money and to keep him in the same house. My parents think it's a silly idea that will pass. Interestingly enough, ever since I loved scaly-"creepy"-crawly things at the age of 3, and eventually getting one at the age of 5 (poor tortoise), my love for them hasn't died - on the contrary, now it's only stronger.
I have a lot of family issues and stressful situations. I feel like I not only want a bearded dragon pet - I need one.
Thank you for trolling-free answers.
P.S. For those of you who are so smart you think I'll stop caring for the beardie like I "stopped" caring for the tortoise: I didn't stop caring for him. I just wasn't consistent with his care because I was five and toys existed. And he was never abused - even though I was but a little child, I understood that he also had feelings. I always tried to make him happy (in my understanding of happy) by putting him in the back of a toy lorry and giving him free rides. I would also take him outside so that he had some freedom in the sun. And whenever someone tried to hurt him or take him away, I became a highly aggressive individual 3.5 feet tall. I would yell and take my tortoise and go to a corner and feed him lettuce. He was taken while I was at school. And I don't want another tortoise because I feel like if I do, it would be like betraying Torty.
P.P.S. Whoa, that turned out long.