Childhood Pets

        Let me start off by saying that I may be biased because I had many pets as a child. In fact, I probably had almost every pet there was to have. Today I decided I wanted to talk about why I think every child should be allowed to have at least one pet, and how it has benefited me personally. 
        For starters I think pets teach responsibility whether it be through a good experience or a bad one. Through currently owning my bird (Peeka) and my hamster (Fat Amy) I've learned how to manage spending for the most part. It's almost like having a very low maintenance child. I am their source of food, water, and a clean environment which means that it's necessary for me to make sure I have money put aside for them specifically. On the other hand, I have had pets previously which I've been responsible who became ill or died from my lack of responsibility. This included many fish, and a guinea pig that I couldn't seem to give enough time to. Though I didn't take care of them well enough, when they died it was devastating. Dead animals are definitely not fun to see or be responsible for and through that I learned how dependent these pets were on me, and how important responsibility is. 
        The second thing I think that pets help to teach is patience. My bird aggravates me every single day. He's been screaming at me non stop. Almost any time I'm in my room he screams and screams and screams. Of course my first assumption was that the bird was angry and I had to let him be. However, yesterday I decided to look back on the time I've spent with him. I'd been too busy to interact with him very much. Today I took him out for awhile (right now) to sit with me as I blogged. He was very happy and content to be out of his cage. I gave him some treats and put him back in his cage. He's been super quiet. He just needed some time. Although that story relates back to the responsibility thing; it also took a lot of patience. I had to work my way to getting him out of the cage in the first place, and that's what made it so easy to give up before. I always thought he just didn't want to be out. In reality, he was scared and he needed my patience. Once I waited outside long enough for him to be comfortable he came out of the cage. And now he's happy again. I think a better example would be teaching a dog a trick or something. Pet's teach kids that you need to have patience. 
        So I'm going to wrap this up for tonight! I hope you liked this post and if you did, please like and/or share! Thanks!