Take Sam, our Border Collie when we were kids. Absolutely loved me and my two brothers, would go anywhere with us and was our constant companion. But he absolutely, categorically, completely, hated any other child.
A wave of anger would pass through him should any small person approach his fluffy appealing body, and his grumpiness was such that when teenage me tried to allow a girl to pat him at the park, he angrily growled, spun with a bark, and took off in the opposite direction. Needless to say, a date to Burger King did not follow.
Our family cat Jasper was perfectly normal until she had a litter of kittens. The small furry offspring broke something in young Jasper's mind, and she forever more had a deep fear of offcast socks.
The mere sight of a worn sock was enough to send her scrambling for the hills in terror. (Perhaps their kitten-like form reminded her what a pain in the bum kids are? )
Then there was Ot Taupie (named because he was from Taupo) the cockatiel. Try as we might to make him into one of those cool birds that wanted to hop onto your finger, he was much more likely to attack it furiously, lest you go anywhere near him. His happy place was eating a sprig of millet with not a human in sight.
Now, to add to the memories, are around 40 short-lived sea monkeys, and miracle upon miracles, the two that have hatched after the great sea monkey failure of 2022. I wonder if these ones will learn to sit? _ Adam Green