This is Jack. He is not fond of rain, squirrels, the vacuum cleaner, or snow. Canadian winters are unkind to miniature Dachshunds. We need to shovel a section of the yard so he can do his business unencumbered.
Jack is getting older, he’s a grand old man at 13, 91 in dog years. Mike and I have been debating statistically how long we will have Jack with us, the pros and cons to us ever adding pets to our household again. I’ve always lived with pets, I can’t imagine life without them. Hamsters, cats, birds, fish.
When I was 9 I had a hamster whose name was Bubbles. I have no recollection of how, or why I named him this. Bubbles committed suicide. Bubbles had a habit of running on his exercise wheel and when he tired of it he would knock it over so he could climb on it. One day Bubbles didn’t get out of the way in time. I found him lying motionless, his tiny head crushed under the weight of the wheel. Daughter Katie also had a hamster, who’s name was Gary. Gary decided to go on a walkabout and went missing for a few days. We left his cage open, and I prayed that we wouldn’t find his mangled little corpse if one of our cats found him first. Gary did eventually get homesick and came back to his cage, months afterward I was finding little piles of food in the corners of closets and cupboards so Gary was returning to his cage in the night, stocking up, and going back out on his adventures.
I confess I’m leaning towards being pet free for a while after our dear old Jack is gone.