Introducing My Pets

       I have six pets. Four hamsters, one dog, and one cat. I had always wanted a pet. My parents decided that for my next birthday I could have a hamster. Right away I was excited. I started to dream of names for it. On March seventh my wish came true. I got a hamster. I named her Nibbles Tarzan. Nibbles because she likes to chew on things (she knows not to bite humans). Tarzan because she is a crazy daredevil. She is not afraid to jump from my hands. And she LOVES to climb and jump. Anyway, I was not allowed to touch Nibbles for a week. I was SO annoyed. On March 12th, my friend was coming to my house. That was the day Nibbles gave my a surprise. It was my friend's first time at my house. I was showing her (proudly, I admit) Nibbles. Then she asked a question.
        "What is that coming out of Nibbles?" she asked.
        "Her feet."
        "No, her feet are over there."
        "Her tail, then."
         "No."
           Let me sum this up. Nibbles gave birth. I was terrified. A million thoughts were in my head. My. Hamster. Gave. Birth. AAAAAHHHHHH!!!! She had six babies. Their names were: Olaf, Elsa, Angel (my sister's name), Spot, Chubby, and Bo. Chubby died (sad story, won't even go there). Elsa was given to a friend now known as Luna. Olaf is now mine with the name Olaf. Spot was given to my oldest brother who named it Runtina (the runt). Bo was given to my other brother (still Bo. Bo is now mine). Angel was given to my sister, who kept the name Angel. Runtina died a few weeks after my brother got her. There you go folks! That's my hamster story for ya.

       Now for my cat story (which is less crazy and shorter). Once upon a real life story, my family was in Grand Junction, CO. We passed PetSmart. I wanted a cat, my sister wanted a cat. So I asked my mom if we could go to PetSmart and buy a cat. She said that we can go look and if it was okay with my dad (who was at work) , we could maybe buy one. So we went to PetSmart and looked at the cats, saw a cat we wanted, held it, my dad and mom said we could buy it so we did. She is named Tiara. Which fits her perfectly because she is the spoiled princess (she loves looking out the window and if the curtain is down, she will go to it, look at us, look at it, look.. you get it).

       Now for the dog story! Yay! Okay, down to business. Me, my older brother, and my dad wanted a dog. For a couple weeks we searched for a dog on petfinder.com (great sight by the way). My mom told us that if we find an outside trained dog, we may be able to get a dog. We found the perfect dog named Bella. She was almost six years old and loved kids. We went to go meet her. We met her and we all (besided my mom) instantly fell in love with Bella. Well I admit, I was it took me a couple minutes to love her. The reason was because three years previously I was bit by a dog, bad. But after a few minutes, I grew to love her. Now, a few months later, my mom likes Bella.
           Anyway, that's the pet story. Bye, folks!