A hamster named Buddy
Last night I had Christmas dinner for thirty people. There were also four hamsters and three dogs (two are my grand-puppies) in attendance. To say it was a real zoo around here would not be far from the truth. The hamsters belong to my nephew, Jackson. He couldn’t bear to leave them home alone so they came with him. Their names are Buddy 1, Buddy 2, Buddy 3 and Buddy 4. At least my sister-in-law is hoping they are all Buddys and that none are Berthas. The lady at the pet store promised they were all boys. Hamsters look too much like mice to suit me. I love my nephew but his hamsters did not make me feel warm and fuzzy all over.
I do like one thing about hamsters though. After I ate a huge dinner I watched the little creatures running on the wheel inside their cage. They have the right attitude about exercise. They don’t just jog, they run as if their little tails were on fire!
If there was just a way to put myself on a wheel and make it spin so that I had to run or be thrown off, then I might get in shape. Maybe…..or maybe my nephew should just let the hamsters out of the cage. I guarantee that would make me run!