About Me

My Views
I shall be posting separate entries for each of these, in explanation to why I view them in such a way. Also, they are in no particular order.

• Climate change is a fact
• Cetaceans in captivity deserve to be freed
• Whaling, dolphin drive hunts, and seal hunts should be ended forever

Me and My Life
I’m a eighteen-year-old from Canada, born and raised. I have loved killer whales since I was two years old, when I first saw the Free Willy movie (rest peacefully Keiko… you’ll always be in my heart).

I’ve grown up in a wonderful family with my parents, and my brother and sister, along with our pets.

We have a dog named Lucky; he’s 14 years old, and is a mutt. He looks like a terrier, mostly. We adopted him from the local humane society eleven years ago, just one day before he should have been euthanized.

Also, I have my beloved corn snake, Azalea-Rose. He hatched July 21, 2007. I got him on August 30, 2007. I originally purchased him as a female, hence his name. Around the New Years I went to a renowned local snake breeder to have my snake probed. That was when it was confirmed that Azalea-Rose was a male. So nowadays I address him as Azzie.

Up until March 7, 2008, we (my family) had a cat named Charmin. We got her back in 1994; she and I were both two years old at the time when we got her. She was a beautiful black and white cat who had a unique meow: “moe.” Her fur was softer than a rabbit’s.

She was put to sleep on March 7 due to the fact that her kidneys were failing, and it would have been torture for her even if we treated her… and even then, she would have only lived an extra few months. So we relieved her of the pain to come, and now she rests forever in an urn as a pile of ashes. Rest in peace, my beautiful cat.

In June of 2010 my parents moved to an acreage—I stayed at my brother’s place until July so I could finish school. Near the end of June my mom, sister, and I went to the local humane society. My sister adopted a little black cat (with a few white hairs on her chest) and named her Karma (took a few months to decide on a name). Meanwhile, my mom and I both agreed on a pretty calico named Ash—we changed her name to Ashlie. She has proved to be a great mouser.

Also, in July, while my parents were on the road, I got permission from them to go out and buy some chickens (as my dad and I had recently finished re-shingling the coop). I got two hens and two juveniles (who later turned out to be males); Yappy, Quiet Hen, Itchy, and Scratchy. Then in October my mom, sister, and I had a five hour round trip to pick up a white cochin pullet, whom I have named Cochina. In April 2011 I will be getting twenty-five day-old baby chicks of five different breeds (mostly heritage).