Pets. Aren't they wonderful? (Understatement of the century if you are a fellow animal lover, I know).
But as it turns out, not everyone is an animal lover. Some people need to be convinced. For the record, I understand this and here is why.
When I was very little, my mom and I went out walking in the neighborhood. All I remember is that Mom was delivering something to a neighbor. When we knocked, the neighbor's tiny fluffy white dog came out before she did. I promptly did what (I think) all delighted kids do when they see a small fluffy white animal moving around by their feet - I reached down to pet the dog.
I didn't make it. That tiny dog clamped her tiny jaws around my tiny wrist and that was that for me and dogs....for at least the next three decades.
It took several years of determined effort, including reading every book about dogs I could find and petting as many dogs as would let me, before I became a dog lover.
I am still working on cats, and to tell you the truth I am not making much progress. But that is a topic for a different blog post (and likely a different writer).
So not everyone loves animals and in many cases there are probably some very good reasons for this.
Interestingly, I have always loved birds and turtles and tortoises and frogs and toads and have never had a moment of fear or hesitation come up about this affinity even though I have been nipped and outright bitten and scratched and peed on and pooped on repeatedly by all of the above. So it seems there are some animals I just naturally gravitate to more than others.
Of course, I could say the same about some people. Some I love on sight. Some....not so much. And some, not at all.
Luckily, just as there are lots of different people in this world, there are lots of different animals. So the way I see it, there is probably an animal for each person.
Case in point: I once read a story in a nature book about a man who kept...wait for it....cockroaches.