We decided to go out for a mid-morning jaunt today. We needed to pick up a few items for various art and hobby related projects. Imagine our co-mingled feelings (mine, displeasure – the Pastor and the children’s pure excitement) when we found that this was happening:
Yuck. Ick. Blargh.
Don’t get me wrong. I like snow (in moderation). I just still haven’t fully come to peace with the concept (pish tosh… concept?! REALITY!) of snow in September and October! I’m glad it didn’t stick. But in about two weeks time it’s guaranteed to be cold enough to stick. I just had a premature shiver at the mere thought of it. Oh well… soup season here we come!
In other news, yesterday we brought home a hamster. We’ve been discussing it with the boys for a while and a couple of weeks back we bought a nice cage and whole hamster set up at a garage sale. What can I say, since we had to find Suki a new home because she was biting our kids (Oh dear, I had almost forgotten about the blog reader out there who wanted to string me up and have me fed to a pack of wolves for finding a new loving home for a dog that more than once drew blood from my children… I hope she covers her eyes while reading this post because it’s sure to upset her because she didn’t want me owning any more pets!), anyways, ever since then I have had a large furry void in my life. And though a hamster only partially fills a large furry void, we will enjoy her until we can fill the void entirely with a big dopey family dog.
I grew up with just about every conceivable kind of animal in the house; fish, cats, many rats, hamsters, dogs, bunnies, an iguana, birds… (well… no grazing animals… but not because I didn’t want them!)… Correct me if I’m wrong, Mom, but I even remember Rich bringing home a pig one time! We took in strays and my Mom never seemed to go too nuts when one of us brought home a new pet (though she did draw the line at the pig.) I felt a wee bit differently when one of these lucky found family members was discovered by my younger brother on his walk to school and then placed just temporarily (and ironically just long enough to vomit on the seat) in my car but not long enough for me to see it or know to what kind of creature I owed the lovely new smell my car had acquired. The puppy who was later christened, Pepe (pr. peh-pay), was whisked home during lunch break. He’s an old guy now but just as sweet as ever, and I forgave him long ago for the vomit stain on my backseat.
All that to say that even now as an adult, when without a pet, I really do feel as if something is missing.
So now I introduce you to our sweet fluffy loveable little filler of the furry void…
As you might guess, she was named by my boys. They just adore her and it’s very heartening to see them being so gentle with her. My baby calls her “Shooey” and asks all the time, “What hammy doing? She on bike?” He calls her hamster wheel a bike. **sigh** Isn’t he the cutest?! He demands that she be set on his tummy by pointing at his chest and saying, “Hammy kickle!”