April 25, 2012

Recently we Lene had the privilege of hamster sitting while our neighbors went away.  This was the next best thing to getting one since I'm not to keen on the idea of ownership.  Hamsters are so small and Nessa is too.  If I put it up high, I was afraid she would climb to get it and it would fall to its death.  If I put it down low, I was in fear of her figuring out how to open the cage and setting the furry thing to freedom.

It wasn't too much trouble, I suppose.  Lene fed it and put it in the ball to get additional exercise and it wasn't with us long enough to get smelly. . .but I'm still not feeling the ownership part of it.  Truth be told, I am not an animal lover.  I I like animals just fine, but love as in. . .all the extras they need.-not so much.  And I feel badly about that, I do.  But not bad enough to cave  and bring another living thing into our house--one that ultimately I will be responsible for.  Is that wrong?

Sigh.

Even if it is, I'm not changing my mind.  No hamsters in this house.  No.  Mom is laying down the law.  I have to.  My peace of mind trumps happy kid at the pet store. One day they will grow up and have kids of their own and then they can have all the animals they want. And I promise to visit.