At Large...
It's been a bad week.
Did you know we have a hamster? Cute thing, it is. It is small, about as big as a toddler's closed fist, and so soft. This is our 2nd hamster. The first hamster was named Charlie and it was a spaz. Go figure. It was up every morning at 4 am to exercise...and ran so fast we couldn't hold it. I GLADLY traded him in when he bit Charlie.
The second hamster is as dossile as they come. She is so SO sweet. She LOVES to ride in the front cabs of toy trucks, the buckets of front loaders, she is truly a keeper. Her name is Whitey. Guess what color she is...
On Thursday the boys were playing with her in the laundry room. Why there? Because this is where she stays. She lives on the dryer and due to what Charlie calls her "pooping problem", she doesn't leave the area. He has become quite efficient, in fact, at wiping her bottom on a towel as soon as a poop emerged. OKOK. Enough, I know. I just HAD to convey all this so you would know how upset I was when they went BACK to play an hour later to find her GONE. Someone had left the door open and she must have decided that she was tired of the dryer. She bolted.
I frantically called the pet store. They said to put peanut butter out on a plate. I did this right before I got in the shower...and before I was done, both boys came in COVERED in peanut butter. I have NO idea what gave them the idea that they could finger paint in it.
Three days and counting. She showed up Friday night for some food...We have seen no other evidence of her.
It freaks me out to think of where she has created a nest...chewed clothes, books, pooped, peed.....uuuuggggh.
Did you know we have a hamster? Cute thing, it is. It is small, about as big as a toddler's closed fist, and so soft. This is our 2nd hamster. The first hamster was named Charlie and it was a spaz. Go figure. It was up every morning at 4 am to exercise...and ran so fast we couldn't hold it. I GLADLY traded him in when he bit Charlie.
The second hamster is as dossile as they come. She is so SO sweet. She LOVES to ride in the front cabs of toy trucks, the buckets of front loaders, she is truly a keeper. Her name is Whitey. Guess what color she is...
On Thursday the boys were playing with her in the laundry room. Why there? Because this is where she stays. She lives on the dryer and due to what Charlie calls her "pooping problem", she doesn't leave the area. He has become quite efficient, in fact, at wiping her bottom on a towel as soon as a poop emerged. OKOK. Enough, I know. I just HAD to convey all this so you would know how upset I was when they went BACK to play an hour later to find her GONE. Someone had left the door open and she must have decided that she was tired of the dryer. She bolted.
I frantically called the pet store. They said to put peanut butter out on a plate. I did this right before I got in the shower...and before I was done, both boys came in COVERED in peanut butter. I have NO idea what gave them the idea that they could finger paint in it.
Three days and counting. She showed up Friday night for some food...We have seen no other evidence of her.
It freaks me out to think of where she has created a nest...chewed clothes, books, pooped, peed.....uuuuggggh.
posted by Stacy at
11:15 PM
2 Comments:
woo hoo you are back.
and i am laughing at the thought of ya'll finding her surprises in shoes. i know that's mean but i am telling u, those little critters are good. and one more thing, i believe all those mornings of 4 am exercises were to prepare her for her leap of faith off that dryer--literally.
LoL, I'm sorry that Whitey got away! I hope you find her soon. She sounds like a wonderfully sweet pet. I so enjoyed getting to see and chat with you and Chuck in Cabot! I had a minute and looked through some of your latest blogs....LOVED getting to see pics of the wedding, boys, house ground breaking etc. Stay in touch! :)
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