So, incase by now you haven't been able to tell, this is my first blog. I've never messed around with them much. Don't know why. Just never brought myself around to doing it.

Then I thought, 'Why not try it and see what happens?' Since I'm not good at fighting with myself; I found myself doing just what my thoughts told me to do. Make a blog.

So. . . for my first blog. . . I thought that I would talk about the upbringing of my life and love for animals. Yeah, I don't love/like all animals, but I would never harm them no matter how I felt towards them.

I grew up living with my mom and two sisters, and sometimes living with my grandparents. Since my mom was a young girl, animals had seemed to be attracted to her and this has stayed with her all her life. So, since I was a child, there have been animals around. Stray cats or dogs always turned up on our porch and injured wild animals always found our house.

Currently I live with two dogs, one horse, one cat, and four fish (and my family of course). We usually have more, but after a few losts we have found ourselves not adopting as meaning as before.
-Before hand I would like to apoligize for the images being huge!-

The two dogs are called Sasha and Jordan.
Sasha is a white German Shepherd



and
Jordan is a black and white Pit Bull.


The one horse is named Maya and she is a Tennessee Walker.

Ferdie is my younger sister's tabby cat. [[Sorry. Don't have a picture of her at the moment! ]]

Two Angel fish named Blackie and Spot.





Two Oscar fish named Holey and Moley. (They were given these names for one had a huge hole in his fin when we got him. So came the name Holey and a name to rhyme: Moley.)



As I've said, we usually have more animals. But with a few 'incidents' we have found ourselves a little afraid to.

We adopted some kittens and were so happy to have them. Brother and sister, named: Jack and Sally (from the Nightmare before Christmas).
Jack became sick and soon had to be put down from 'cat cancer' (I'm bad with spelling so I will put that). Sally caught it after him and she had to be put down.



Jack is on the right and Sally is on the left!

Even more recently we went on a little 'animal rescue' and were faced with the worst case of 'lack of treatment'. A momma dog gave birth to puppies that were scattered everywhere outside and had flys land on them and infest them with maggots. When we got there and the puppies were already half way eaten up from maggots. Poor things were still alive to. We tried to get the maggots out with tear droppers, but the maggots had already done to much damage. The puppies had to be put down and the mother is being treated and soon will be put up for adoption. [[Don't have images and I wouldn't put them on here, I couldn't bring myself to make you all look at the poor puppies!]]

I know what you are thinking, 'Maggots don't eat live flesh.' Slightly true. Not all maggots eat live flesh. But some eat young fresh flesh and need it or it won't survive. (Something like that) Visit here to see more on maggots: Wikipedia

So, this is why we have not been adopting animals. With losses like these, we have found ourselves needing time to heal.

Well, it's late where I am and I'm getting a little tired. So, I shall wrap this up. . . I'm not sure how though.

I'll end it with a good night, good morning, good day, good life. Which ever happens when you are reading this blog.

Thank you for reading and sorry if this is not the best blog you've read!