About
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 at the moment.
- Global warming is real
- Orcas in captivity deserve much better
- George Bush is an overgrown pile of dung
- All troops in Iraq should be relocated to Afghanistan
Me and My Life
I’m a sixteen-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. My brother has his own place, and my sister should be moving out around Sept ‘08.
We have a dog named Lucky; he’s 11 years old, and is a mutt. He looks like a terrier, mostly. We adopted him from the local humane society ten years ago, just one day before he should have been euthanized.
I’m the proud owner of a fair number of freshwater fish, and my sister has a saltwater tank.
At this time I’m raising a tadpole, whom I’ve named Ruffles. He’s got all his legs, and has yet to absorb his tail. As soon as he’s ready, he’ll be set free to where he came from (it is legal to do this where I live).
I also raised some Painted Lady caterpillars. They were released as butterflies in the beginning of July ‘08.
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.
