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Puffles the Hamster
Every time I play with my daughter's hamster I remember when I was a kid and my friend Annie had a hamster who lost its eye in an accident on the Barbie Dream House elevator. Aww, memories.
Posted by Pischina at March 21, 2009 11:57 PM
Your story about the one eyed hamster reminds me of the Christmas I gave my brother a hamster. He'd just opened the gift and was sitting on the sofa holding his gerbil named Alfie, when the poor little critter tried to make a break for it, right down inside the sofa. My brother grabbed his tail and pop, Merry Christmas, he was just holding a tail. He screamed and freaked that he'd killed his hamster.
The little guy was fine, but for the rest of his life he had no tail. Poor little critter.
That is funny Kat. Annie reads this so I wanted her to know I think about her almost every day now, haha. I never forgot that little hamster and the horrible Barbie Dream House elevator accident!
Who said girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice? Lol.
OMG. Not only do I so clearly recall that horrible incident, I've related it to my own daughter and the occasional child as a precaution of how NOT to treat a pet! I don't think I will *ever* get over the guilt of injuring a living critter for the sake of thinking it was a "toy", as opposed to a breathing, feeling, fragile animal. ::Shudders:: Children are just so beastly, y'know? It's a wonder I didn't grow up to be a psychopath. Oh, wait--a psychopath would've *enjoyed* that incident, right? Not feel guilt for 35 years. Guess I'll have to settle for just "psycho"...
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