Being traded to her was a nightmare, at least, it was at first.
Is it too much to ask for a loving, caring owner who's not going to trade you off this time? When that trade was accepted, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was home.
But no, she had plans for me. Big plans. The second I arrived, I was hauled off to the auction house. Offers came flooding in and I knew I wouldn't stay here for long. Most of the bids were so close to what she called "auto". Once there was an auto, she told me, I'd leave immediantly and never return.
I had so many questions. Where would I go after the trade was accepted? Would I just be sent to someone else? I had heard of pets simply caught up in "gifting cycles", being tossed from one owner to the next, never given a home. Would that be me? What was all this talk about "demand" and "rarity"? I couldn't even begin to comprehend the complex theory of trading here. And most importantly, why was I not good enough for my new "owner"? Why did she want to be rid of me so badly?
That all changed in just a few days.
I knew it wouldn't work from the start.
It was hopeless even trying to talk to her. She wasn't even paying attention to the chaos of the auction house around her, simply ignoring it. Being auctioned is an emotional rollercoaster for most pets. If she even cared slightly, she was doing a great job of hiding it. Being auctioned didn't affect me either, but that's just because I was born to be auctioned. Literally. The only reason she tried to win me was to auction me. Sitting behind the ringtoss booth, I saw so many other aquarium dogs dragged off to the trading and auction houses. I knew my day would come soon. I was ready for it. She looked like she had just given up on emotions. And she probably had.
But she was beautiful and perfect in every way.
I had to at least talk to her. Just once. Learn her name, learn who she was, before she became only a memory. While my owner was distracted by a potential bidder, I walked over to her.
"Um...hey there...."
No response.
"Are you being auctioned too?" Stupid question, but it was all I could think of.
"What does it look like?"
"So, you are? That's cool. What's your name?"
"I was, um... never...given one.
"Hey, that's cool, me neither!"
(should I continue?)
Is it too much to ask for a loving, caring owner who's not going to trade you off this time? When that trade was accepted, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was home.
But no, she had plans for me. Big plans. The second I arrived, I was hauled off to the auction house. Offers came flooding in and I knew I wouldn't stay here for long. Most of the bids were so close to what she called "auto". Once there was an auto, she told me, I'd leave immediantly and never return.
I had so many questions. Where would I go after the trade was accepted? Would I just be sent to someone else? I had heard of pets simply caught up in "gifting cycles", being tossed from one owner to the next, never given a home. Would that be me? What was all this talk about "demand" and "rarity"? I couldn't even begin to comprehend the complex theory of trading here. And most importantly, why was I not good enough for my new "owner"? Why did she want to be rid of me so badly?
That all changed in just a few days.
I knew it wouldn't work from the start.
It was hopeless even trying to talk to her. She wasn't even paying attention to the chaos of the auction house around her, simply ignoring it. Being auctioned is an emotional rollercoaster for most pets. If she even cared slightly, she was doing a great job of hiding it. Being auctioned didn't affect me either, but that's just because I was born to be auctioned. Literally. The only reason she tried to win me was to auction me. Sitting behind the ringtoss booth, I saw so many other aquarium dogs dragged off to the trading and auction houses. I knew my day would come soon. I was ready for it. She looked like she had just given up on emotions. And she probably had.
But she was beautiful and perfect in every way.
I had to at least talk to her. Just once. Learn her name, learn who she was, before she became only a memory. While my owner was distracted by a potential bidder, I walked over to her.
"Um...hey there...."
No response.
"Are you being auctioned too?" Stupid question, but it was all I could think of.
"What does it look like?"
"So, you are? That's cool. What's your name?"
"I was, um... never...given one.
"Hey, that's cool, me neither!"
(should I continue?)