Monday Memories-our little trip down memory lane
See, I don't care for rodents. Of any sort. They may look cute and fuzzy but to me they are a nuisance and who's only good is being prey for the dogs to chase and occasionally catch. So yesterday while I was in one of my funky morning moods staring into nothing land I see this Red Squirrel racing through the pines, across the fence and up and down the post at lightning speed. He caught my attention. Now I can appreciate the agility and speed of squirrels, as they are the true acrobats of the trees in these parts and as I watched him race and jump with such fine balance, I became pretty awed.
My fifth birthday I received my very own guinea pig. To this day I can not tell you his name. No idea if it was a girl of boy, except that he was mine. And although not the most active pet I'd ever owned. He was mine to love and care for. He was a long haired breed and I would comb him every night. Clean his cage once a week and gave him carrots and lettuce as a treat. He was the start of several pairs of hamster that would follow after his death.
So what was your first pet?