Somewhere back in the archives I wrote about Travis wanting a mouse as a pet, and you all came out of the woodwork to say “No” and “They stink” and “Are you out of your mind?” While I agree with all of you that I had momentarily lost all of my marbles, these disparaging comments have done nothing to dim young Travis’ desire and so, every week when we make our run to the warehouse club, I take him into the Petco next door to say hello to the rodents and listen to him ask (over and over), “Can I sniffle the mouse?”
This weekend was no different. We walked in, headed to the mouse cages, and planted ourselves in front of the glass to giggle at the creatures as they wiggled under the stuffing or went for a jog on their wheel.
And then along came Daisy.
That would be a rat.
Not a mouse, mind you, a R-A-T.
And who was happier than a kid in a candy store?
The rat climbed all over him and tickled his ear, his nose, his cheeks, and his shoulder.
He sniffled the rat.
The rat sniffled him.
I sniffled the tears.
And hid behind the ferret cage.
Have a nice day.