My siblings and I typically had a way with my mother, however she was a large softy and had a large heart, and my associate and I could get away with murder occasionally.
The section in which she easily struggled was turning pets away from our home, however and that was an issue, because my associate and I were typically bringing little disfigured critters home, and i don’t know what it was about my siblings and I, but it was like Doctor Doolittles growing up in our house.
It seems like every time my associate and I walked outside my associate and I came back in with some broken pet; Eventually, our household was filled to the brim with cats, dogs, birds, bunnies, reptiles, fish… you name it, my associate and I had it. This was a lot of fun for us as children but I know that it drove my mom insane. Specifically I remember how much it affected our indoor air quality. That wasn’t a large deal to us at the time because my associate and I mostly just cared about running around and playing. However, my mom was being driven up the wall by her dirty and smelly house. She was typically calling out the Heating and Air Conditioning professional to take a look at our ventilation system. She was convinced that there was pet dander trapped inside of the air ducts, spreading hair and dangerous particles throughout the entire house. She ran around our condo like a nut trying to sweep and dust up all of the Airborne contaminants. The Heating and Air Conditioning professionals would politely clean out our air ducts for her, time and time again, and hand her brand new air filters to use, beyond that, for better air quality they said my associate and I should genuinely consider downsizing our personal Zoo.