As a child, I thought tattoos were scary. I was (and still am) afraid of needles, as well as the sight of my own blood. My highly traditional parents ingrained into my brain that I could never have a tattoo because people with tattoos were "bad," "scary," or "trouble-makers," and of course as a child you have to agree. You begin to judge people based on what your parents have taught you until you eventually begin to grow into your own mindset.
As a little girl, every birthday candle I blew out was a wish for a puppy. I even made lists of breeds I loved to make it easier for my parents, including another list of reasons why I needed a puppy and how responsible I’d be. As time passed, I decided to put fate into my own hands. I saved up money from the first job I ever had, and bought myself my dream dog. Three years after getting him, I got another puppy on a whim. I made my reason, “so they can be friends and keep each other company.”