Monday, July 19, 2010
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Thursday, September 3, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Pai Mei's Story
There are several types of dwarf hamsters, and I have Campbell dwarf hamsters. However... I have one special little Roborovski dwarf hamster at the hoozoo. Here is her story:
A lady bought her young son a Roborovski hamster. (robos, in general, are difficult to hand-tame and even then, they are still really skittish) One day, the boy tried to force the hamster to stay in his hand. The hamster bit him, and was dropped on the floor. In an effort to catch it, the little boy slammed a cup down on the hamster to trap him. In doing so, squished its leg.
She tried to return it to the pet store, but they wouldn't take back an injured hamster. Her next stop was at the humane society... who wouldn't take it either. I happen to be there that day and overheard their conversation She told the receptionist... "if you don't want it, I'm going to throw it away. Or if you want, you can feed it to a snake or something."
This is where I stepped in. I'm not a crazy rescue lady who is trying to save the world, but this was a special case. She said it's been limping for 3 days. My original thought was that she wasn't going to make it. Rather than let her die a slow, painful death in a garbage bin or by the clutches of a snake... I decided to take her home. I wanted to make her comfortable during her last days.
I did a lot of research and found out that a broken leg isn't a death sentence. So... for the next three weeks, I rinsed the wound with a q-tip and warm salt water, gave her a very nutritious diet of infant formula, baby food and pedialyte. And guess what??? After two months, she made a full recovery!! So... now I have a robo in my family.
At first glance... she reminded me of Pai Mei... the kungfu master from Kill Bill. It's the eyebrows that totally give it away. So the name stuck (even though she's a girl).
A lady bought her young son a Roborovski hamster. (robos, in general, are difficult to hand-tame and even then, they are still really skittish) One day, the boy tried to force the hamster to stay in his hand. The hamster bit him, and was dropped on the floor. In an effort to catch it, the little boy slammed a cup down on the hamster to trap him. In doing so, squished its leg.
She tried to return it to the pet store, but they wouldn't take back an injured hamster. Her next stop was at the humane society... who wouldn't take it either. I happen to be there that day and overheard their conversation She told the receptionist... "if you don't want it, I'm going to throw it away. Or if you want, you can feed it to a snake or something."
This is where I stepped in. I'm not a crazy rescue lady who is trying to save the world, but this was a special case. She said it's been limping for 3 days. My original thought was that she wasn't going to make it. Rather than let her die a slow, painful death in a garbage bin or by the clutches of a snake... I decided to take her home. I wanted to make her comfortable during her last days.
I did a lot of research and found out that a broken leg isn't a death sentence. So... for the next three weeks, I rinsed the wound with a q-tip and warm salt water, gave her a very nutritious diet of infant formula, baby food and pedialyte. And guess what??? After two months, she made a full recovery!! So... now I have a robo in my family.
At first glance... she reminded me of Pai Mei... the kungfu master from Kill Bill. It's the eyebrows that totally give it away. So the name stuck (even though she's a girl).
Pai Mei from Kill Bill. See the resemblance? It's the eyebrows!! =)
Ash-Cone
I Scream, You Scream... Ash Screams for Ice Cream!!
Jason and I went to eat at Buca. We got a free pint of pistachio gelato and it came with 6 cones. Guess who got the leftover cones!! ;-)
Jason and I went to eat at Buca. We got a free pint of pistachio gelato and it came with 6 cones. Guess who got the leftover cones!! ;-)
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Whatchu talkin' 'bout?
If Artie had a thought bubble coming out of his head, it would say...
Whatchu means fixed? I iz not bwokened.
Whatchu means fixed? I iz not bwokened.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Puggy Paddle
It's hot. Freaking hot. I've never been a big water person... but lately, I find myself jumping into a pool every chance I get. Not to mention... Artie loves water. He loves to attack sprinklers, roll around in wet grass, lie down in water pans...
However, I soon found out Artie does not like swimming. I'm trying to get him used to the water, but he tends to panic. I bought him a life jacket and he's a little better... but still frantic. This just means one thing... more pool parties!!
Is it me... or does he have a very concerned look on his face?
Ahhh.... that's better... chillaxin' by the steps.
However, I soon found out Artie does not like swimming. I'm trying to get him used to the water, but he tends to panic. I bought him a life jacket and he's a little better... but still frantic. This just means one thing... more pool parties!!
Is it me... or does he have a very concerned look on his face?
Ahhh.... that's better... chillaxin' by the steps.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Meet Ash
Hmmm...I wonder if I should create a profile of each animal?
Well... let's start with Ash. Ash joined the HooZoo in January 2009. Her name is Ash because she looks like a cigarette ash... gray with a flaming red tail. She is a Congo African Grey parrot and loves head scratches, peanuts and fuji apples. She is an acrobatic master... and can hang on one toe, her beak and even the "iron cross."
African Greys usually begin to talk around 1 year old... but our wonderful little birdbrain is at the head of her class. Her first words were uttered at the young age of 8 months.
She has mastered: Ash, Mister Jason, Artie, *microwave beep*
She is currently working on: Nose Kiss, *evil laugh*
One of these days... she'll say "Mama." Although I'm happy for Jason... I'm also sad she hasn't learned my name.
Well... let's start with Ash. Ash joined the HooZoo in January 2009. Her name is Ash because she looks like a cigarette ash... gray with a flaming red tail. She is a Congo African Grey parrot and loves head scratches, peanuts and fuji apples. She is an acrobatic master... and can hang on one toe, her beak and even the "iron cross."
African Greys usually begin to talk around 1 year old... but our wonderful little birdbrain is at the head of her class. Her first words were uttered at the young age of 8 months.
She has mastered: Ash, Mister Jason, Artie, *microwave beep*
She is currently working on: Nose Kiss, *evil laugh*
One of these days... she'll say "Mama." Although I'm happy for Jason... I'm also sad she hasn't learned my name.
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