I got Sophie and Katie about a year ago. A few weeks before I got them, if you had told me I’d have rats as pets, I’d have thought it was nuts. Now I think they’re great fun, I love cuddling them and watching them play.
I didn’t think I would ever own a dog either, yet now Sadie dictates most of my world. I love my cats and rats, but there is something unexplainably unique about dogs.
A few months ago, I had difficulty handling plain ground hamburger meat to make meatloaf - and over the past few days I’ve fed chicken wings, feet, and turkey necks to Sadie. I’d been handling them with baggies, but when she grabbed her organ meat and ran into the living room, I didn’t hesitate to run after her and pick up each peice with bare hands and gather it up. Was it still gross? Yes. Did I do it anyway? Yes.
I even vacuumed up a spider today. While it wasn’t quite taking it outside on a magazine, it was a step up from throwing things at it and running away until Colin could save me from it.