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Jessie1225
Hello everyone, my name is Jessie and I am the very happy owner of a white Maltese and a black Lab. My pets are an imperative part of my life and I am excited to participate in a website dedicated to the appreciation of these beautiful animals and others like them.
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![](https://pinterest.com/pin/create/button/?url=https://rightpet.com/Thumbnail/BreedReviewsPhotos/2522015_1831178611ReptileSpc_Azul.jpg&media=https://rightpet.com/Thumbnail/BreedReviewsPhotos/2522015_1831178611ReptileSpc_Azul.jpg&description=Once upon a time, my mother, father, and I went to the pet store and ventured off to the reptilian center. I already had had a boa constrictor for a few years and my mom had wanted something a tad bit more exotic. So, she picked out a blue tongued skink. I thought they were beautiful at first, with their bright blue tongue flicking all over the place. I held one of the baby skinks and thought that these creatures were the closest thing to brilliant. Within a couple of minutes, the baby skink decided that he didn't want to be held any longer. He urinated all over my brand new outfit and I was furious. "MOM! THIS LIZARD THING PISSED ON ME!" I exclaimed. I realized my mistake immediately and apologized for cussing but it proved to no avail. I was in deep trouble. To this day I think that she bought Azul out of spite but I couldn't lie to myself and say that he wasn't pretty cool. I refused to hold another lizard again, but he kept my boa company and I couldn't complain about that.){kind=link}
![](https://pinterest.com/pin/create/button/?url=https://rightpet.com/Thumbnail/BreedReviewsPhotos/2422015_1950401391ReptileSpc_Abigailyo.jpg&media=https://rightpet.com/Thumbnail/BreedReviewsPhotos/2422015_1950401391ReptileSpc_Abigailyo.jpg&description=While I grew up, trips to the zoo were actively an every month occurrence. I still remember telling my parents that the African penguins were the best thing that God had ever created and I was appalled when the zoo keeper told me that I couldn't hug them! I couldn't understand the concept of finances when I was that age but my family had always walked on a money "tight rope" for as long as I could remember. I didn't bother me one bit, however, when instead of our monthly zoo trip, we ventured to the local pet store for a fun time. By the end of the summer of 2006, I knew all of the employees by their first names and became friends with many of the kittens, birds, puppies, reptiles, and goldfish in the small market. I had never been a big fan of creepy crawlies due to the myriad of deadly spiders and snakes whose patterns my mother had engraved into my brain but I could not resist my "best" friend Abigail. Abigail was a boa constrictor that had all sorts of glorious diamond-shaped scales of which I found blatantly intriguing. I was determined to take her home as seeing her only once a month was torture. Finally the day came when my parents agreed to accept her into our suburban home. Abby was a docile snake who loved to be taken out of her cage and although I was a bit young to be caring for animals, I was always extra careful when I handled her. She was easy to clean up after and loved to wrap around my arm to seek heat. It tickled me to bits to feel her crawl over my skin. Caring for Abby was the first time I had ever been truly responsible for anything other than myself. It was very exciting to watch her eat her weekly meals of mice and eventually full grown rats. I never enjoyed cage clean-up day but it was well worth it for such a beautiful pet.){kind=link}