I have pets. Three of them. One dog, two birds. They get along pretty well, even though they’re actually afraid of each other. Their names are Louis, Jane, and Casey.
Louis and Jane are my birds. Louis is green with a yellow head and Jane is teal with a white head. They’re both really adorable, but they can be flighty (haha) and irritable at times. We’ve had them since July 2013. I think they’re both about three and a half now. Louis is pretty mild and is afraid of most things, except me. He doesn’t really bite that often, and when he does, he’s not really that angry or scary – he’s just afraid of whatever fleshy thing with large grasping appendages that’s cornered him in his cage. The weird thing with him is that he’s so heavy. Jane is pretty light, and she can fly around easily. My aunt’s bird was about as light as Jane. But Louis is really heavy, and not super great at landing.
Jane is adorable – don’t get me wrong. Sadly, she’s not mine – my brother bought her when I bought Louis. She will perch on your hand and chirp quite a lot – unless you upset her; then she will bite your hand until you almost shake her off. She doesn’t do that a lot anymore, but she used to, and it was really scary. Now the only problem is getting her out of her cage. She’s pretty spunky and really adept at flying around the room and landing on the trim on the top of the door. We actually used to use a glove to get her down since he liked it so much and didn’t bite it, but now that I’ve been letting the birds out more, she is getting used to me.
Even though my birds are adorable and I love them, the first pet I ever had is Casey. Casey is seven years old. Her birthday is probably January 6th, which is what the guys at the pound estimated. Honestly, I don’t remember much about getting her. It was March 2009, and me and my two brothers and my mom went to look at dogs at the pound while my dad was at work. We looked through a couple rows and came to a cage of four or five puppies. She was the only girl. Her mom was found in an alleyway (or something like that) with a litter of puppies. Though she died, her pups lived. The four boys were black-and-white, and really rowdy and excited when we brought one into the little room where you get to see the dogs. We decided not to get any of the boys. There was a little black girl puppy, though, which was a lot more shy than the boys. When we brought her into the room, she was inexplicably covered in her poo. Even though she smelled up a storm (and can still manage it), she was really shy and scared. We decided to get her. So after my dad arrived and we signed the proper paperwork, we brought her home. We borrowed up a cage from our friends and brought her inside our house. The first thing that happened was that she went right down the stairs with my dad and got a long, thorough bath. We named her Casey.
Casey is part black lab and part beagle, along with a bunch of other stuff. She loves people now and barks incessantly at everyone, which gets on everyone’s nerves at times. When we forget to feed her once in a while, she gets really gassy and ends up making weird stomach noises and upchucking. That’s never fun. She can still run like the wind, and when we bring her to the park, her nose is like radar. She puts it low to the ground and walks around, following whatever trails she can find.
When you put her around other dogs, she gets terrified. My grandparents have a little cockapoo, and when we put them in the backyard together, mayhem begins. That little Lacey will chase Casey around the yard in circles. The funny thing is, Lacey is half Casey’s size! Casey really doesn’t like dogs for some reason.
Casey, Louis and Jane. My three pets. They’re little balls of feather, fur and fun, and I love them.