He worked hard all summer.
He saved his money.
He bought his own little mouse
and made sure his little friend had all the mice toys.
This tiny rodent has become DJ's companion no matter where we are; Home Depot, Walmart, Kirklands, Grandma's . . . he will not leave home without her.
I dare say this little mouse has been to more stores than some babies.
He takes her in her little ball, puts her in the front of the shopping cart and lets her roll around while we shop.
And you thought you only disinfected the shopping carts because of chicken contamination.
We decided on a girl since they aren't supposed to be as smelly as boys.
He named her Squeakers.
Funny, because my aunt Kristine called me Squeakers when I was little.
So my parents got an annoying little dog and named it Squeakers.
That way every time she called me Squeakers the dog would come running.
Best advice from the pet store:
Let him play with her in the tub until he learns how to hold her that way if she gets loose she can't get out of the bathtub. Just make sure you shut the drain so she doesn't run down it.
DJ sat in the bathtub with her for hours the first day he brought her home.
He's definitely a mouse holding professional now and carries her all over the house.
1 comment:
Sophie's still talking about Squeakers! It's fun to see DJ taking great care of his own pet.
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