This past Sunday, we took the kids to the local pet store to look at hammies. We were thinking of checking out the fuzzy rodents and possibly stepping back in the hammy game.
We spent some time wandering the store first, being captivated by kittens and puppies and a particularly friendly parrot, finally making our way to the Rodentia area. The kids were speculating about the personalities of the dozing hammies and there were a few already contending for the coveted spot of being the next Flutterbyhouse Hammy. One of the little ones they had picked out was dozing in the corner and I was just pointing out to the kids that I didn't think we'd want to pick him cause he was very skinny compared to the others, when said little, skinny hammy moved laboriously and I could see that something was Very Wrong with him.
His tiny little head turned and it was immediately apparent that he was badly injured. Grossly injured. My sharp intake of breath and girly squeak immediately alerted the kiddos and before I could stop them, they, too had gotten a full view of the carnage done to the little guys' eyeball. The Princess pleaded with me to find someone to help him and I quickly tracked down an employee who also gasped and paled and took that miserable little hammy out of the cage. We were left feeling sickened and heartbroken for that poor tiny hammy. The Princess looked green and said she felt faint. And, in all our adult wisdom... my mother and I decided to distract the kiddos with some time spent with a little puppy in the "bonding room".
And this is what I get for doing so.
I know, right? It's ridiculous. And very Cute. And named Goldie. Cause my kids rock with the Naming Originality like that.
But she is now ours and it's very possible that I wouldn't have it any other way.
I also may have a hammy habitat for sale.
2 comments:
That li'l Goldie is just tres cute, right there. . .
Yeppers. She is pretty adorable and smooshy. I still think I need my head examined cause this was not at all in the Plan, nor was it the way I would prefer to go about getting a dog.
I have an incredible dislike for pet stores -- I think that they encourage irresponsible breeders and pet mills and had vowed that I would NEVER support such evildoers with my hard-earned money. So much for that. We paid way too much for her but such is the cost of love at first sight, I guess. And she is a gem of a pup. Hopefully all will work out well.
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