My Pet 2012

[glen]

MY PET RHINOCEROUS

I will never forget the day that I got Randy, my pet rhinocerous. He was so small and cuddly. A big delivery truck pulled up to our front door and my father helped them bring in the steamer trunk with the large holes cut into the top. Then the two delivery men had to carry it up the three flights of stairs to my bedroom. It was my 10th birthday, and because I had had my third case of the measles, this time Argentinian measles, I was unable to have my friends over for the birthday party. Of course, I didn’t have that many friends, so my dad was hoping to make up for that.
“Go ahead,” my Dad told me as I stared at the steamer trunk. “Open it.”
I worked the latches and popped the top of the trunk open. Inside was the cutest 200-pound rhino I had ever seen.
“cool,” was all I could say. “I’ll name him Randy.”
And Randy he became. It nearly broke the household bank to feed Randy. In addition to hay and straw, Randy ate about 100 pounds of vegetables every day. I had the job of taking the carrots, cabbages and beets up to my room to feed my starving baby, and then I had to carry buckets full of what came out of the other end down to the trash cans on the street.
Randy grew quickly. Every weekend I would take him to the puppy park, where others were in awe of my new pet. I taught him to fetch, beg, play dead and roll over.
When I was old enough to go to high school, Randy had outgrown my bedroom and had to be kept out in the back yard. My father got tired of getting called home from work because Randy had broken through the fence again and eaten the neighbors Morning Glories, so he fashioned a heavy duty steel chain and links that anchored Randy to an oak tree in the back yard.
High school was hard for me until the kids found out that I had a pet rhinocerous. At first, everyone thought I was lying, but I brought photos, a video of him at the puppy park and eventually took him into the high school parking lot for my new friends to see.
It took a while, but I finally found a girl that loved Randy just as much as I did. Because I graduated with an _______ degree, my new wife and I ended up living in a trailer park, but we finally settled down into a comfortable life. The bikers and drug addicts in the area never bothered us. Randy turned out to be a pretty good watchdog after all.

[tiffany]

Let me tell you about Pip. He’s the best pet a person could ask for. So much so, in fact, that songs have even been sung about his kind. Well…only one that I can think of, but you get the drift. He’s a vegetarian just like me, so I never have to worry when he gets hungry. Well…my financial advisor gets worried some times since Pip is something of a big eater, but I don’t mind too much. Pip has a great personality. He’s pretty gentle most of the time, and he’s really cute and cuddly…well, as long as he doesn’t sit on you. Not much of a lap pet. I get a lot of funny looks when I tell people about him. They often ask where I keep him. Well, he spends most of his time in the pool in the backyard, but I bring him in at night. Wouldn’t want him to catch cold. I admit he’s not much of a house pet, but I still don’t understand why the maid makes such a fuss about him. My favorite thing to do with Pip is to take him for a walk. Occassionally, I even take him to the dog park. The dogs just love Pip. They go crazy whenever they see him. I’ve even suggested that my employer host a pet day at work so that Pip can socialize with his other animal friends, but for some reason my boss seems to be against the idea. Said something about insurance conflicts. Oh yeah. By the way, Pip is a hippo…just in case you were wondering.

[rogerthegiraffe]

Mea is the most adorable panda bear that you could ever find. Weighing 180 pounds and cuddly as can be. I love to feel her soft black and white fur. Mea loves to cuddle with me and engulf me with her 5’5” body. She will cuddle next to me while I read and she is rarely content if I am not petting her, or paying attention to her.
Not only does Mea love to cuddle, but she also loves to climb. Climbing and chewing. Thankfully, I untrained her from the nasty habit of chewing on my shoes. But, it is helpful to have bamboo trees in my backyard. Chewing bamboo is a lot healthier for her anyways.
Pandas, unlike other bears, don’t hibernate, so Mea makes up for it with sleeping most of the day away. She is really more like a big cuddly, lovable baby. And you can hardly resist her huge honey colored eyes when she looks at you.
Mea loves to pounce on you when you walk through the door, into the house. It is nice to feel loved, but not so nice to feel squished. Sometimes she forgets how big she really is and when playing hide and seek she tries to hide behind a pillow. She follows a rule of “if I can’t see you, you can’t see me.” She is tons of fun, and a bucket of joy and laughs.

[makalac]

;D Have you ever heard of an Elebearrabaru?
I have one as a pet. Sometimes I take him for walks in the morning but his ears always drag in the dirt. Every day before I go to school I feed him three dozen cans of chili beans, but in the evening he only eats lettuce. My Elebearrabaru hops all over the place. His name is Francis.
Out of all things in the world that are fun to do, Francis and I enjoy riding in hot air balloons. I have to hold him down with ropes though or he would fall out from excitement! His feet are so large that when he hops he often kicks me in the stomach. Then I can’t breathe for a good twenty seconds. I can accept that about him.
Francis has the ability to transport himself from one place to the other using only thoughts. When I’m late for class he can be a real life saver.
He is aqua blue and has fur as soft as the softest pillow in the world. Most of the time he is three feet tall, but if I want him to he can shrink to fit in my pocket. He is affectionate, and has floppy ears.
Have you ever heard of an Elebearrabaru? Neither have I but if they existed they would be pretty darn awesome.

[brisa]

The big question is this: What’s the fun of having a fish? That’s what my friends always ask me. I can’t pet him or walk him or anything like that. I can’t really do much of anything with him. I just watch him as he swims around. All my friends have cats or dogs – animals that they can play with. I know that there are other people out there who own fish, just like I do. It’s just that those aren’t the people that I spend my time with. My friends just don’t understand. For me, having this pet is the greatest thing ever. His name is Topher, and I love him so much.
When I moved away to boarding school, I was so sad. I liked living at home and spending time with my family. I was homesick for the longest time. One day, I was walking down the street, and I happened to pass by a pet store. I went in and looked around a little bit. I didn’t think I was actually going to get myself a pet. I couldn’t anyway. Pets weren’t allowed in the dorm. Well, really most pets weren’t. I found out later that fish were in fact allowed. I went back to that store a few days later, and I picked one out for myself. I bought everything that I would need to take care of my new pet fish, and I took him back to my dorm room.
Ever since then, I’ve had a special place in my heart for fish. My first one was what got me through that hard time. I’ve owned several fish since then, including Topher. He’s my favorite so far. By now, it’s not even because it’s the only kind of pet I can own. I just love him.

[jaimebaldwin]

My pet was a very strange pet. Very normal and yet very strange. Most people I know have never had a butterfly as a pet. How is this even possible? Well, I’m still not really sure. I guess you could say he chose me. I was walking home one day and all of a sudden I felt what I thought was someone throwing a small stone at me. I looked down at my shoulder and I saw him. I hurriedly attempted to flick off the unwanted pest. For some reason, it would not budge. I squinted my eyes and took a closer look. He was a pale brown color and wore a small black hat and a brief case. Turns out he had just been evicted from his home. Not only that, but his wife had left with their two kids and took all of their money. He was left for dead on the streets. After he told me his story I decided he would stay with me until he found a proper living space for a butterfly. Every time I would go to work, he would come with me. People would always say “hey, you got something on your shirt!” at first it was very annoying but after a while, we learned to laugh about it. One day, I came home from getting groceries. And I could not find him anywhere! I looked under a bush and found a small cocoon with a brief case next to it. He had grown in reverse and finally had a place to call his own to start a new life. I will never forget all the fun times we had flying over the city and of course tap dancing lessons. He will forever be in my heart and I wish him all the best in his new life.

[jarred]

Hello, my name is Jarred Rhodes and I would like to take this time to tell you all about my amazing pet dragon. He is about the length of the average car and he stands 8 and half feet tall. When stretched out, his wings are about the width of the classroom that we are now sitting in now.
Some may think that the coolest thing about having a dragon is that he can fly you around and light people that you don’t like on fire. . . Well those people are exactly right! Okay, maybe he hasn’t torched anyone before, but don’t give him a reason to! Regardless of the flying and stuff, one of the greatest known feats that he could ever do is melt a marshmallow and make me a s’more at any place in the world!
Once we took a trip to the pacific ocean because Dark (that’s his name you see) wanted to see if he could catch a shark. We spent some time chilling on the beach, tanning, playing volleyball (it’s funny how the team playing against a dragon always loses on purpose. . .) and surfing! Although I unfortunately didn’t have enough money to buy my own surfboard, Dark allowed me to surf on him!
Oh yeah! And Dark can change the color of his scales at any given moment! Yesterday he was a light green, which I believe he called “Avocado”. The one thing about Dark is that he never likes for any one to describe his scale color in normal terms. He prefers names that more or less sound like Crayola crayon colors. ‘Fire-engine, Macaroni and cheese’, that sort of thing.