January 26th 2008 10:54 am
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One of my newest pup pal (also a terrier) brought this story back to me.

What was my Mom thinkin' when she brought home two baby rats?! Had she lost her mind? Hadn't she seen Gangs of New York? (An extremely violent movie I must say but there is a very interesting scene where they put a terrier in a room and dump a bag full o'rats on the ground and then bet on how many the dog eats.) Did she not remember the two snake friends I wanted to bring into the house? Let's not forget my run in with Bo the Bearded Dragon. (Sadly I have to admit, Bo won this fight. She even got away with a tuft of my hair. I thought she would be an easy conquest after the taming of the snakes. Of course, I could have won had Mom not intervened.)
I go absolutley bonkers licking the cage. Helen the rat died last year but Pumpkin is still going strong and FAT, FAT, FAT! She will even stand up against the grates of her cage, with her little beady rat eyes closed in complete nirvana, as I lick, lick, lick her thru the grates. Her and Mom think I'm giving kisses but I really would love to get just one little nibble in. I mean what other terrier could blame me?!