My uncle got me these two fighting fish when I was 8. But also, I was 8 and had no clue how to take care of a fish. They were pretty, but died quickly.
My family had both of these dogs for as long as I remember. Licky was a golden shepherd mixed with something else, and supposedly Teddy was part Rottweiler. We supposedly found Teddy just before I was born, so the two of us grew up together. Despite this, my family worried over me, and both the dogs' and my health were bad. They died at the end of my elementary school years.
I know my father likes cats. He finds abandoned kittens in the backyard and feeds and cares for them until the animal shelter (or wherever he calls) can come and take them. But also, Father and Mother tell me that cats' fur is dirty.
Snakes are really cute. And they have scales, so it's not like they'd make a mess, right? But then also Mother and Father think such a thing is too much of a fuss. Too bad.