My Pet Problem

The first step in recovery is admitting you have a problem.  Just this week I have come to the realization that pets are defnetly not for me.  First it all started out with LaFonda.  LaFonda was a little bunny.  I really wanted this bunny I was about 8 Years old.  Lets just say she died after acouple of weeks in her cage.  Then I got a hamster and I named It beyonce.  Refusing to clean its cage after 2 months my mom gave it back to the pet store.  Okay I had some fish.  I thought they would be easy to take care of but no, no they are not.  There was mold growing on the inside walls and then they all died.  Now I have 2 rats.  Ahhh 2 rats.  They really suck.  It turns out that they poop and eat and thats all they do.  A couple of days ago I went to the pet store to give back my rats.  So I dont have a pet problem, I just have a problem with responsibility.