For the first time ever we decided to be a part of our community's annual pet show. Animal loving Luke entered his hamster, Shallow. To prepare a hamster best one can, we cleaned her cage the night before and said our sweet goodnights. The next morning, show day, Shallow was no where to be found. Hmm. The tiny entrance fee was already paid and the paperwork submitted. The city would be waiting for Luke's little Shallow.
There were tears as we searched and searched, called her name and crawled all over the floors, wondering which of us left her cage closure loose.
What's a mother to do but strap her child into the car to hunt the local pet stores for a brand new show entrant?
And that's when we found her. Rosie. That's her in the photo. The store clerk woke her up - because hamsters are nocturnal and sleep all day long - unless you buy one and put it in a strange cage after knowing it for only about 9 minutes and take it to a pet show where there is a steady stream of people and dogs tapping and peering into its cage for 3 hours. She charmed everyone apparently. So much so that she won the 'Champion' title and prize (a motorcycle exercise wheel) for her category: Small Animals. If you're wondering, yes, she did have competition with 2 guinea pigs, another hamster and a ferret. All in all, a beautiful day for Luke with a brand new pet, a medal and prize from the city and later that night Shallow's reemergence. She crawled out from wherever she went to wallow in her pre-show jitters and was there on the floor to greet Tim as he walked into the bathroom around 8pm, her normal wake-up and greet-the-day time. You can meet her in the Pictures link titled 'Hamsters'.
Happiness for Luke but this meant a late night trip back to the pet store for mom for a new cage and supplies because hamsters are deathly possessive of their own cages and space. Sigh. What's a mother to do? Buy stock in pet store supplies I'm starting to think. LOL.
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I wonder if Shallow went to go hang out with Rachel's brand-new bathing suit from Target, which went AWOL after I told her A WEEK AGO that it was not acceptable everyday wear and that she should go change out of it and put in real clothes, since it was not warm enough to go swimming.
No, I'm not buying stock in Target. I told her I would not buy her another bathing suit this year... I bought her one. She lost it somewhere between my room and her room (a distance of 15 feet, maybe), so it's IN THE STINKIN' HOUSE. If she looks for it' I'm sure she will find it.
Ah, life with kids. We miss it, believe it or not. Save your posts. You've got the raw material for a great book! This is Cheryl. Blogger won't let me sign my real name since I've got this blog going with them.
Hillarious story! Thanks for sharing.
Ah, the trials and tribulations of parenting. You need to write a book--this was great reading! You showed great composure in the line of fire and created another happy moment for your son--atta girl! Proud of you, Mom
Jill, This is the BEST laugh I've had in weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeksssssssss !!!!
:-)))
Seriously, I can't believe what fabulous writer you've become!!
I LOVE YA, JILL!!
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