Post by MYSTI on Sept 7, 2008 11:41:46 GMT -5
My mum is a former wildlife refuge worker at a place called the Raptor Trust. I work there- well, volunteer there- and I also have a liscense to work and raise and rehabilitate injured or domestic wild animals, such as foxes, birds, etc, since it is illegal to handle wild animals without a liscense. In that case, when I was younger, I broke the law. The only reason that I got a liscense was because I knew I would have to go to a class and be able to volunteer, which also meant I'd know much more about animals- and be able to keep a fox or a coyote in my backyard abandoned bird cage without my parents knowing.
I remind myself of Mogley from The Jungle Book. I can't actually talk to the animals, but I usually have a strange connection with certain ones. I'm not saying I'm an animal genius and I can ride a wild buck without him potentially mudering me. Yes, I did attempt that once. It nearly gored me. I used to be an idiot... Anyway, what I am saying here is that there are few out there with a strong enough opinion to make a difference in the world. Everyone can, but there are few that are virtually respected by a huge amount of people. I, modestly, am probably one of those people.
I'm against many things, and one of them happens to be exotic animal auctions. Many a time you'll see in the morning paper an add for an animal auction later that day or later in the week. Most people are interested and haul up a secret stash of cash and wait for the auction to start. Usually they go for high prices, not the usual pet store type. I can't say really how much, since I don't exactly know, but I know that it's dangerous for the human and the 'pet' if the bear/wolf/fox is bought. I adopted my fox from the wild when my dad started using the fox's den as firewood. The mom ran off, took her cubs with her, and was shot. Sort of reminds you of the fox and the hound, right? We have a dog, and she's been introduced to him (I call the three Vixen because she's really pretty, Randy after my favorite character in Monk of USAA, and Karky, because she looks like someone played Karky with her. Oh, Karky is a game made up by my cousin, Karky (his real name's Cormick) where you remove the permanent spray paint from the bottles (or you use spray bottles) and you fill them with removable paint. Then you attack each other. It's really awesome.
I've been bitten a lot, and I have permanent scars from Randy, who decided he couldn't catch anything for himself. Plus he limps and can't run from an injury from when my dad accidentally dropped the firewood. Randy was left because he was trapped in the firewood.
If Randy, Vixen, and Karky were bears or wolves, I might have been killed or brutally injured. No matter how many times you think you've tamed them, they never really are tame. Randy's always showed a bit of a wild side. Okay, a lot of the wild side. I had to wear gloves one time when I left him unattended with just food and water once, because he was no longer used to human contact. On Growing Up Black Bear, Charlie the bear attacks his surrogate mother, Sheree and Jerry because of instinct. So tell me this- should selling baby bears, foxes, or other animals really be allowed by what I've told you?
I remind myself of Mogley from The Jungle Book. I can't actually talk to the animals, but I usually have a strange connection with certain ones. I'm not saying I'm an animal genius and I can ride a wild buck without him potentially mudering me. Yes, I did attempt that once. It nearly gored me. I used to be an idiot... Anyway, what I am saying here is that there are few out there with a strong enough opinion to make a difference in the world. Everyone can, but there are few that are virtually respected by a huge amount of people. I, modestly, am probably one of those people.
I'm against many things, and one of them happens to be exotic animal auctions. Many a time you'll see in the morning paper an add for an animal auction later that day or later in the week. Most people are interested and haul up a secret stash of cash and wait for the auction to start. Usually they go for high prices, not the usual pet store type. I can't say really how much, since I don't exactly know, but I know that it's dangerous for the human and the 'pet' if the bear/wolf/fox is bought. I adopted my fox from the wild when my dad started using the fox's den as firewood. The mom ran off, took her cubs with her, and was shot. Sort of reminds you of the fox and the hound, right? We have a dog, and she's been introduced to him (I call the three Vixen because she's really pretty, Randy after my favorite character in Monk of USAA, and Karky, because she looks like someone played Karky with her. Oh, Karky is a game made up by my cousin, Karky (his real name's Cormick) where you remove the permanent spray paint from the bottles (or you use spray bottles) and you fill them with removable paint. Then you attack each other. It's really awesome.
I've been bitten a lot, and I have permanent scars from Randy, who decided he couldn't catch anything for himself. Plus he limps and can't run from an injury from when my dad accidentally dropped the firewood. Randy was left because he was trapped in the firewood.
If Randy, Vixen, and Karky were bears or wolves, I might have been killed or brutally injured. No matter how many times you think you've tamed them, they never really are tame. Randy's always showed a bit of a wild side. Okay, a lot of the wild side. I had to wear gloves one time when I left him unattended with just food and water once, because he was no longer used to human contact. On Growing Up Black Bear, Charlie the bear attacks his surrogate mother, Sheree and Jerry because of instinct. So tell me this- should selling baby bears, foxes, or other animals really be allowed by what I've told you?