I’ve never been particularly fond of rodents. I’m not afraid or even creeped out by them; I just don’t care for them as pest or pet. But my youngest decided that having one at her mother’s wasn’t enough, she needed a hamster at our house.
Meet “Puppy” the Teddy-bear Hamster. Yes, she named him Puppy. How adorable.
We didn’t spring for the silent wheel, so it’s SQUEEK SQUEEK SQUEEK all night long. I suppose it was cute when she first jumped on the wheel and went tearing pell-mell for nowhere only to jump off, turn a circle and hop back on for another session of tiny leg pumping fun.
But then I got to watching her a little closer. She’s not running because it’s fun. She’s not on a health kick.