It is no secret that I would like a dog and that Pia thinks she would like a dog, but that Jim knows he does NOT want a dog. So Pia and I badger Jim on a nearly daily basis about the dog issue, which I’m sure Jim enjoys immensely. But last weekend the dog pleas came to a screeching halt with the arrival of Little Foot.
Yes, that’s right, we are now the proud owners of a hamster. I have never had a hamster and it turns out they are delightful. Cute. Furry. Funny antics. You can’t cuddle with them or pet them much or take them for long walks or tell them your innermost dreams and desires while they look at you with loving and knowing eyes, but other than that they are totally like dogs. Sarcasm aside, it is fun to have a new pet in the house, especially one that relishes our crude attempts at making our own hamster playgrounds. Give Pia and I an assortment of boxes and cardboard tubes, a pair of scissors and a roll of masking tape and we go wild. I mean, as wild as one can get with a pet that has to be played with in the bathtub for fear of it running away and a) never being found again or b) being caught by the cats.