That's the trouble with the phrase "adopt a pet". You adopt a child, you purchase a pet. (or take a chance on a homeless animal from a shelter.) A wild animal's wild forever, regardless of how many changes of bib overalls, hats and ties it has or whether it's called Joe, Jack, Janie, Cheeta or King Kong, Jr. The Pit Bull's been ruined enough with all of the stupid private L'il Abner "breeders" who train them as watch dogs. Chimpanzees (the human's genetic next-door neighbor) are dangerous all the time. They're meat-eating primates subject to their own brand of psychoses. Once, down South, I came across a carnival with an "exhibit" that challenged all comers to wrestle with a chimp inside a cage. A local Marine, about 6'5" volunteered to try, so they padded him up, put a helmet, face mask and all sorts of protection on him, had him sign waivers, etc. The minute he was in that cage, this (relatively) small and old chimp picked the guy up, threw him against the side of the cage and, in general, gave a spectacular impression of a berserk cannibal viking who couldn't wait for his next meal. The owners beat the living daylights out of the chimp with clubs so they could get the guy out of the cage. Needless to say, he didn't get his kewpie doll. As for the human's need for affection, don't they have enough trouble with dating services?