Alright, ask and ye shall receive.
I'm Mish. I'm 22 (almost 23), and I work in office administration while I look for a job as a chartered accountant. I graduated in October 2009 and got my Bachelor's in Management and Organizational Studies. I also have a college diploma for accounting and my post-graduate diploma in the same. I live in London, Ontario. I'm profoundly deaf, I like to read and write and I'm a fan of World of Warcraft, though I haven't had any time for it recently.
We'll start with the dogs. ^__^
Chaos and Outlaw, my big old labs. Mind you, this picture was taken a few years ago. Outlaw is the black lab on the left, and Chaos is the chocolate lab on the right. Hoss is in no shape to sit on a chair nowadays. He'll be nine in January. Outlaw will be 7 in May. They've both gained a lot of weight and a lot of grey since then.
Grady is my rescue. This dog is insane. I love him anyway. He is food aggressive and male-aggressive, hates little kids, has a million triggers, and he does not mess around. I'd have to check his birthday, but I think he'll be 5 or 6 next September. He had a luxated patella that received three operations, and it still freezes occasionally.
We've had him for a little over two years.
Here's my pigs. The short-haired one is Caromel, or Caro, as we call him. He's the baby. He's a total pancake pig. The grey and white one that looks like a mop is Mohawk, or Momo.
The Mafia Pigs picture: "We're watching you..."
Next up are my birds. I have five of them now. I used to have seven, but my parrotlets passed away, one from cancer and the other from internal growths. But my current ones are Java, Max, Cadbury, Mickey, and Gabby. The first three are cockatiels, then there's the scarlet macaw, and the red-bellied mini macaw. I apologize in advance for my crappy cockatiel pictures, they were massively uncooperative.
So, on that note...
This is Java. He's great. But he's pretty feral in the way that cockatiels can get. He's fine if you get him out of his cage and on his own away from Max, but otherwise...
This is Max. He's another rescue of mine. His previous owner was moving, and he said if I didn't take them, he was going to just open the cage and chase 'em out and let 'em go. Max was abused - when cockatiels step up, they tend to nibble on you a little just to make sure they have a certain perch. Well, Max would do that when he was young, and they would backhand him. He hasn't liked hands since. But he used to have a cage mate, Rocky. They thought Max was a girl, and he abused Rocky like woah. He would chase him around the cage, biting and snipping and all that. I was in high school at the time, and only working part time for minimum wage, and had to save up to get another cage. I'd had to buy a new one, because the one that they came in was falling apart. So one day I came home and there was blood EVERYWHERE - Max severed one of Rocky's primaries... and that was a lot of blood. I caught Rocky, pulled the feather with pliers, and got a new cage that night. Rocky died a few months later - he had a stroke and fell from his perch, breaking his neck in the fall.
This is my baby 'tiel, Cadbury. She's the biggest suck. She's really quiet, and the only sounds she makes are smacking kisses and a bit of whining if I'm doing her wings or nails.
And Mickey, my rescue scarlet macaw. He came from a place in Cape Cod, MA - my dad and I drove down there to get him after doing six months' worth of paperwork. This is a slightly older picture of him - he's been shredding lately as part of an environmental tick, behaviour tick and a diet tick. Scarlets are really high-strung, and despite the fact he has a million toys and he's not confined to a cage, he shreds his feathers partly because it's quite dry in our house - so I have to bathe him frequently. He doesn't like this one type of food he gets, and I can't get what he had (because the company has gone out of business), so despite the blends... he shreds. So this is one of his older pictures:
And last but not least is my red-bellied mini-macaw, Gabby. She's delightfully quirky and cuddly and loving, until for some reason she decides to sink her beak into you. It's part of why I wear glasses. Contacts sure as hell aren't going to protect my eyes.
Enjoy!
