I just don't understand it. Would my betta girls in their lush, planted 16 gallon be happier in the wild, where daily food is not guaranteed, a drought may leave their homes empty and they could easily end up in the stomach of a bird?
How can they say my rats would be better off in the wild? In the wild they would live in a sewer or field, hunted, hated, scavenging, cold, unable to be treated if they get sick, knowing they have to provide for themselves and their colony. In my house, they have the run off a whole room, a huge cage filled with soft beds, cosy boxes and dark, clean tunnels changed *daily*, sometimes twice a day, their favourite healthy delicacies available all day, vet care for the slightest sniffle, the luxury of sleeping all day without worrying about predators or having to scavenge, and both ratty and human companionship? Try to tell me my fatty Hyde isn't happy when he boggles like crazy and starts licking every inch of my skin he can reach because that little spot on his fat rump that he can't reach himself is being scritched to perfection. If Richelieu hates captivity why does he come running to me whenever he sees me to beg for treats and cuddles? If they would rather be in the wild, why have they all returned to their cozy, comfortable cage within half an hour during free range time?
Just because some people don't keep their pets well doesn't mean we all do. My animals have the best I can afford, which is far more than they need to be happy. Some people not knowing how to keep animals means that the industry needs to be regulated, not prohibited.