Since Olivia turned seven, which was in January, we've had no less than four new pets enter the threshold of our home.
Hamster number one met her horrific demise at the paws of hamster number two. Hamster number two was set free in the field near Mercy Street never to be heard from again. Hamster three and four were bought in a knee-jerk reaction to comfort our distraught daughter even though I suggested something maybe not so, well, alive.
Hamster number three and four bit. Despite the exercise wheel, the extra long tunnel, and the hand chopped carrots, they bit the hand that fed them one too many times. We had fourteen days to return them and on day 14 1/2, Olivia was discouraged and chose to cut her losses. "Maybe someone else can teach them not to bite so hard."
I ran into my closet, closed the door and broke into song.
"Mom since the hamsters didn't work out, could I get something else for my birthday?"
"That depends what it is, sweetie."
"Could I get this?"
Let's run through the checklist.
Can they bite? Nope.
Can they hurt the other webkinz in our house? No sir.
Do they poop? Uh uh.
Ding ding ding ding...we have a winner!!!