Familyof12
Rollerblading along the road
I believe you are the second person (who also happens to be young) who lives with their parents and was upset their parents didn't understand that their fids needed to see an "avian specialist" in lieu of a "regular vet."
My daughter decided at the age of 14 to she wanted a dog. This was 2 years of her begging and researching every breed. She finally found one and we got Lucky. She and he were great pals for a couple of years but dogs are pack animals and they do alpha/beta. Lucky became my dog. I never wanted a dog, ever but when I agreed to get Lucky, I was willing to (1) keep him for life myself if I had to; and (2) anything that happens to him will be my decision and I always will do the max (I just know myself). When Lucky was nine months old, his breeders gave him some tiny rawhide. This got stuck in his upper stomach and he had to have emergency surgery. Then he came home and somehow tore the stitches off of his stomach and I had to literally hold his guts inside his stomach while I drove to a 24/7 emergency hospital where they stapled him and put him in a cast where he couldn't sit up straight. For fun, we would sit him up, then he'd fall over sideways. Anyway, the total cost of all of this was over $12,000. I paid almost $12,500 for a dog I didn't even want and now was forced to poop himself and pee himself because he'd had his abdomen opened. When I agreed, as a parent to allow my 14 year old to have a pet, I knew what I was getting into and I knew my 14 year old daughter didn't. There are certain responsibilities that go along with being a parent and this is one of them. Lucky is now my dog as Isabelle turned 16 and he wasn't as exciting as he was when we first got him. I knew that would happen. And when she went to college? Was she really going to find a. dorm that allowed dogs?
Second, my daughter is now 20. She understands that she is an adult and even before she was 16 was babysitting to earn extra money. If she can't take care of an animal she brings home, she must find another home for him/her and everyone must agree (same goes for us too). She is now responsible for her fids and she pays in ways such as cleaning it, and I don't mean change the paper. I'm talking take it outside and scrub it with hot water and hose it with the pressure washer and she does this twice a month. She scrubs the wall and floor. She does the same with everything else. She does the dishes, she vacuums, laundry, etc. We all work without argument or miscommunications because we know what the expectations are and we make it clear to each other and we do it.
My daughter decided at the age of 14 to she wanted a dog. This was 2 years of her begging and researching every breed. She finally found one and we got Lucky. She and he were great pals for a couple of years but dogs are pack animals and they do alpha/beta. Lucky became my dog. I never wanted a dog, ever but when I agreed to get Lucky, I was willing to (1) keep him for life myself if I had to; and (2) anything that happens to him will be my decision and I always will do the max (I just know myself). When Lucky was nine months old, his breeders gave him some tiny rawhide. This got stuck in his upper stomach and he had to have emergency surgery. Then he came home and somehow tore the stitches off of his stomach and I had to literally hold his guts inside his stomach while I drove to a 24/7 emergency hospital where they stapled him and put him in a cast where he couldn't sit up straight. For fun, we would sit him up, then he'd fall over sideways. Anyway, the total cost of all of this was over $12,000. I paid almost $12,500 for a dog I didn't even want and now was forced to poop himself and pee himself because he'd had his abdomen opened. When I agreed, as a parent to allow my 14 year old to have a pet, I knew what I was getting into and I knew my 14 year old daughter didn't. There are certain responsibilities that go along with being a parent and this is one of them. Lucky is now my dog as Isabelle turned 16 and he wasn't as exciting as he was when we first got him. I knew that would happen. And when she went to college? Was she really going to find a. dorm that allowed dogs?
Second, my daughter is now 20. She understands that she is an adult and even before she was 16 was babysitting to earn extra money. If she can't take care of an animal she brings home, she must find another home for him/her and everyone must agree (same goes for us too). She is now responsible for her fids and she pays in ways such as cleaning it, and I don't mean change the paper. I'm talking take it outside and scrub it with hot water and hose it with the pressure washer and she does this twice a month. She scrubs the wall and floor. She does the same with everything else. She does the dishes, she vacuums, laundry, etc. We all work without argument or miscommunications because we know what the expectations are and we make it clear to each other and we do it.
