Ella Vickers

I see. That makes sense, though, that your parents are iffy about dogs. I mean, I get that you’re older, but still. 

Yes but like I said; I didn't know any better and they weren't exactly paying attention either.

That should be no problem, I've got my ways. But if I foster then I get attatched to the dogs and I won't want to let them go! We're running out of options!

Fine how about this- if you can find me a fairly fun super cute dog then I'll adopt it and deal with my parents later?

How…how did you manage that? I would’ve had a panic attack and never wanted a dog again. 

It was an accident, I promise! I was preparing a doggy pool in the backyard and I left the door open and then bam- Coco was lost.

Not particularly. Especially not puppies, cute as they are. Why don’t your parents think you can handle one?

Oh but they’re so perfect! Because I lost my cousin’s dog when I was ten and she was on a trip. It was an accident, though.

Not to my knowledge. My mother might be but that’s beside the point. I had an old cat that died when I was still in elementary school and I haven’t really wanted any more pets. 

Oh... Okay so you just don't want any pets.

I got a fish because I didn’t talk enough and then it died, because I forgot to feed it. Because I didn’t feed it is why I don’t have animals now. I mean, I feed the stray cat that lives around the town, but that’s the extent of it. 

Oh... That makes more sense. You were seven, though- they're not holding that over your head, are they?

When I was seven I convinced my parents that in order to get me to talk, they had to buy me a fish. When they did, I talked for about as long as the fish was alive. Which was barely a week. And that is why I don’t have animals now. 

Wait so you don't have animals now because you talked too much when you had the fish?