Hey Cyn, I'm sorry about what happened to your duck and poodle. :(
I had three ducks! One of them was named Alex and he was a fat white
farm-duck. Incredible! :-D My parents probably have a few pictures of
me sitting on a bench, petting the duck while he stood next to me.
AFLAC, definitely.
When I was very little, I ate cat food with my cat, Iris. She wasn't the
best cat though. I loved Pudge, the one that would sleep on my bed
every day, and she would roll over and stretch if I rubbed her stomach.
She also would run across the house and comfort us if we got hurt.
I even had three dogs; one who jumped against walls over and over,
one who was a crazy murderer who didn't mean to, so she took Elavil;
and one who didn't know how to play with others. She would walk up
to the other dogs, bark in their faces to start playing, and then she
would just turn around and push them over with her butt. Then they
were naturally dissatisfied, and would walk away.
