Sunday, June 01, 2008The names of these two have not be finalized yet. We have tried a couple of names out on them, and one kind of stuck, but that left the other nameless. The larger of the two (the one on the left) was referred to as "Big Papi" for most of yesterday afternoon. The thing is, if his brother gets bigger, will the name need to change? posted by Jody Permalink | 4 comments Wednesday, May 28, 2008
We're all pretty resigned to the fact that she's gone, even though Beth mentioned below that she found a hamster a week after it was lost. I've received offline feedback that once they get out, you don't find them until you tear down walls to remodel the bathroom. I have decided to not mention this tidbit to Junior, as he's still sad about the whole thing. That reminds me, note to self: don't leave a photo of Izzy up on your computer screen if your son walks up behind you and notices it.
Junior has decided that he would like to replace Izzy with gerbils. From everything I've read, they are an excellent choice, don't need to be cleaned as often (Izzy was a poop and pee machine, I tell you. But she always peed in the same place. We referred to that corner as "the bathroom".) and they aren't nocturnal. SOLD. Junior needs pets he can interact with while he's awake, and I need pets that won't run on a wheel all night long. Good Lord, her fat ass would make the wheel thump on the floor of the tank and there were many nights someone would have to get up and just pull the damned thing out of the tank. But she was cute, so that made up for it. But Beth, based on your comment, we'll be going through the hamper in great detail this evening. posted by Jody Permalink | 1 comments Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Remember a few months ago when those criminals escaped from jail after digging an escape route in the cell and covering up the hole with a racy pinup photos? Well little did we know that Miss Izzy would take her cue from New Jersey fugitives and make a run for it this weekend.
I can only blame myself for her escape – we tried out a new wheel (in our endless effort to get a quiet one) and I think it was stable enough for her to get on top of it because of all the bedding underneath making the wheel hard to spin. In the morning Mr. Dump and I were congratulating each other on finding a wheel that did not squeak all night. That's when I noticed that her house, which usually has the door blocked with bedding, was free and clear. The equivalent of an unmade bed. And I could see inside but I couldn't see Izzy. And I started to panic. Izzy left at some point during the night, and sadly, despite spending literally ALL DAY Memorial Day looking for her, calling her name and putting out her favorite treats, we pretty much have to assume she's not going to be coming back. The dog never found a trace of her (i.e. never acted like he smelled anything hamster-related). There were no tell-tale turdlets anywhere to be found. The weather was pretty darned warm the past two days, and without a steady water supply, I'm feeling like she signed her own fate when she leaped from the tank. So, goodbye Izzy. I feel really horrible about losing you, even though I did nothing to encourage it, nor did I want you to break Junior's heart that way. Junior, by the way, still holds out hope that we may find Izzy. Mr. Dump suggested the time-honored tradition of replacing the pet with an exact replica, but I'd rather Junior face the fact that Izzy is gone, and decide for himself if he wants to get another hamster, or perhaps go with something less nocturnal this time around. It's not like I don't have all the toys, a brand new bag of bedding, brand new wheel, and brand new bag of food available. I can tell you that we will re-visit the whole top of the tank security measures. Rip Izzy Izzy, 2008-2008 posted by Jody Permalink | 5 comments Friday, January 25, 2008
No, no, no, no, we didn't give her away. (Are you daft? She was one of Junior's 10th birthday presents. You can't just give away a birthday present like that. If you could, Mike the Fish wouldn't have lived with us for 3+ years.)
No, we had a lot of issues with her in the fancy hamster home we originally purchased for her, as I mentioned in my earlier post. So we took Karen's advice and bought a 10 gallon aquarium, one of those grate thingies for the top, a new "silent" wheel [more on that later] and a little wooden 2-story house. She digs the house. We decided that the bedroom is on the first floor, though, so it's a non-traditional layout. I assumed the kitchen and living room were on the first floor, but that's where she naps. This is a good move for all of us, because I have to tell you, it's far easier to clean a big glass square than it was to clean that nightmare of a cage. Sure, it looked good, but Izzy is a pooping and peeing machine, I tell you, and if I have to clean it more than once a week, I need it to be easy to do. Oh, and the silent wheel. Well, it is silent. The wheel part. But the base that holds the wheel? When she's running at full speed the whole thing kind of shakes and now that she's in a glass box, the metal base thingy was just banging against the bottom of the tank. It sounded like a construction site. So I put a piece of cardboard in the bottom of the tank (also good for chewing!) and put the wheel on top of that. I didn't hear her ONCE last night, which was the first time since we got her that I didn't. I think we're on the right path now - we just need to get Phantom to understand that she's not a snack food waiting to be eaten. posted by Jody Permalink | 4 comments Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Izzy is cute, that's for sure. She should get down on her knees and thank the good Lord above that she is, and that I love my son, her owner, because she would have been released into the snowy wild this morning if I had my way.
You see, in the middle of the night I had to go and move her cage because she had decided to move all of her bedding and a lot of her food into the "wheel" section of her cage. And when she decided to run in it in the middle of the night, all the bedding fell back out into the tube and left only the seeds, which rattled around as she ran. And ran. And ran. It was like someone shaking a pair of maracas. So at one in the morning, I stumbled downstairs with the cage, shoved stuff out of the way and put the cage on the counter. I then stumbled back upstairs to try to fall back to sleep. This morning Mr. Dump broke the news to me that I hadn't pushed things quite far enough out of the way, and Izzy spent a large portion of the night chewing through the strap of a [discontinued] Vera Bradley purse that she had pulled in through the wire of the cage. I am so very very very angry with her. There had better be a letter of apology on the door of her cage when I get home tonight. posted by Jody Permalink | 14 comments Monday, January 14, 2008
Izzy is Junior's new friend. She's a teddybear hamster. She is getting used to us. Phantom is not getting used to her. We knew he'd freak out, but whew!
Izzy's photo on Flickr... posted by Jody Permalink | 1 comments |
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