Monday Memories-our little trip down memory lane
This post is in special thanks to this little Red Squirrel, who wished to remain anonymous who reminded me that I have loved a few rodents in my day.
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.
He sat up on the post flipping his tail at me as he wanted to know why I didn't like his kind. Staring me down through the pane window and as I stared back, I told him, the disease you carry, the destruction, and that constant gnawing that never ends. He turned tail and flew down the fence for more goodies. After a few minutes he flew back up and sat at the top of the fence post to confront me. Eye to eye he said with so many words, "Have you forgotten so soon?" "What is THAT suppose to mean?" I quipped back. "You once loved rodents too." OMG! My first pet!!. I giggled as he wiggled his butt down to the stash of seeds in the grass.
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.
Mr. Squirrel flew back to the top of his perch feverishly munching on his seeds that he held with both hands. I giggled again with a smile as I remembered so vividly loving that part of my little rodents pets. Standing on their hind legs with their little jaws nibbling at top notch speed while they stuffed the pocket inside their cheeks until they were full. I remember how cute and exciting it was to witness this storage habit as they "hid" seeds for winter in the corner of their cages. I didn't know what they were doing at the time, but I just loved watching them do it. I also discovered they were smarter than one might think. We were always trying to escape proof the cage and we weren't always so successful. I remember coming home from a week vacation and having to search the house, only to find one of my hamsters in the couch but still alive and well even with two dogs in the house!
I smiled a thank you to Mr. Squirrel before he scurried away while he reminded me that he had a purpose too and it wasn't just to be bait for the dogs. BOL! Because of him I was able to reminisce about the my first pets that were all my own at such a young age and how and why I loved them. Even they were rodents. :)
So what was your first pet?
