Since the guinea pigs joined our cozy household, we have become regulars at a local pet store, buying guinea pig food and recycled newspaper bedding every few weeks. These jaunts have kept in the Lone Star Girl's mind the fate of the baby mice at the pet store, which are not exactly sold as pets, if you know what I mean. The Lone Star Girl became quite passionate about wanting to "rescue" some, even though we all made it very clear that mice, unlike rats, are not much fun as pets, possessing very little pattern recognition and having very short lives. She remained passionate and made her request to Santa.
Santa explained her passion to a kind man at the pet store and they entered into a series of communications aimed at Santa acquiring two female (male rodent urine is too allergenic) mousekins who, by Christmas Eve, would be old enough to leave their mothers, but not old enough to be knocked up. Both Santa and the pet store man were both so sweet about going to this trouble to satisfy the idealism of a young girl. I understand that the mousekins should end up under the tree by morning ...
4 comments:
We too have a mouse in our house. Actually we have several but only one is there on purpose. We are regulars at Country Max where we purchase pig and rabbit food and other country living essentials. I thoroughly share your daughter's feelings about the great plight of the pet store mouse. God speed you in your rodent adventure.
I can't wait to see pictures! How lovely of her to rescue the babymice.
What a sweet-hearted girl you have there!
She is a dear child - thank you.
Hi, Hystery! Thanks for visiting the blog and commenting - first of many, I hope(:
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