Topic of the Day:
For as long as I can remember, we've always had cats. But when we lived in Germany (when I was between 4 and 7 years old), we had a turtle named Herman. I don't remember what happened to Herman when we left.

Sometime after we moved here to Washington (when I was 10...we lived in Colorado in between), I think while I was in middle school, my parents thought that I should have a dog. They got me some kind of black lab or something that I named Muppet. We had him for a few months and I had no idea of how to train him so he never got trained. He chewed the bottom of my parents' grandfather clock and their marble table. Not good. My parents found someone who would take him and we had to give him away.
It really was for the best.