Wallaroos and birdies
At my daytime job, I write the official company blog, amongst other things. Sometimes inspiration wanes and I have to google for ideas. One of those days brought me to an online newspaper article about exotic pets. To me, it seemed like a great subject to natter about. I mean, they're cute, they're unusual, and people in general don't know that much about them. What's not to like, right?
Seriously? I've had birds. Am I a bad person because I took care of a bird for thirteen years?
First of all, I don't agree. I believe there are many pet parents with exotic pets who take exemplary care of them, and many owners of cats and dogs who shouldn't be allowed to care for a potted plant.
Second, I'm speaking for the company. How many customers might we have who share their home with a bird, a snake, a lizard, or a turtle? Or, something even more exotic?
I don't care who you marry, as long as it's consensual and you're nice to each other.
I don't care what religion you adhere to, as long as you leave me out of it.