Alright the first time I had a pet I was about 10-12 years old. And my brother and I went to the pet store to buy a goldfish. However, when I got home, I didn’t know how much food to give this goldfish. I think I emptied out almost half the bag of goldfish food. It was about maybe this big, and I saw the fish eat, and eat, and eat, and by the morning, I was like so excited ‘cause I figured my fish, he was so full and so happy, but when I looked at the bowl, my fishy was floating upside down. It died overnight because it just kept eating and eating and it forgot that it was already full.
I had a pet dog by the name of Harry, a Labrador retriever, yellow lab. And Harry used to like to get into my refrigerator. At the time, I had a top and bottom refrigerator, and he learned how to open up the door to the refrigerator itself, and then he would kind of rummage around in there. He also learned how to pull open the meat drawer, and anything in the meat drawer at that point was history. He would just eat it up. One time I would imagine he opened up the refrigerator door and a cat of mine at the time apparently hopped into the refrigerator and was rummaging around too, and when Harry stopped looking around, the apartment was on a slight angle, so the door closed and the cat was in the refrigerator when I got up in the morning went to get some milk out of the refrigerator, opened up the door and there was this cat in the refrigerator meowing at me. Luckily she survived with no damage, but that was just one of the things that Harry used to do that drove me nuts.