It’s the inevitable question, and one I was adamantly against until recently.
While I had pets growing up, I never wanted one as an adult, and once I had kids, I had all the wild animals I could handle. Of course, my kids asked, but I always skirted the issue. I simply couldn’t clean up after one more member of this family.
I was sure my husband would crack way before I did. Kevin had his beloved dog, Ginger, growing up, and he also took care of a neighbor’s bunnies for a little pocket change. He’s a nature and animal lover who claims to have established close personal relationships with neighborhood squirrels. According to Kevin the little critters would line up and stare longingly through the glass patio doors of his childhood home, waiting for him to come out and play.
So, I was surprised when I was the one to cave first. I can’t even call it caving. I actually wanted to get the kids a pet. We were on vacation down the shore (and, it is “down the shore”), and I wanted to get them both hermit crabs. I know in some circles hermit crabs don’t count as pets, but for me this was a big step.
Kevin, though, was not having it. I had to work on him the entire week at the beach.
“I’m not getting any two-bit, disease-ridden, boardwalk hermit crab,” he spat.
But I said, “We’re not getting them from the boardwalk. We’re getting them from Salty’s Ice Cream Parlor/Restaurant/Gift Shop. It has the most extensive hermit crab collection in the Northeast.” Kevin was unmoved.
On the last day of our trip, just before we were about to head home not to return to the sea for another year I said, “Would you let them get a God damn hermit crab already?”
And that is how we became pet owners. I still can’t believe I was the one to lobby for a pet, but now I find myself once again in similar circumstances.
My daughter keeps begging for a little, cageable pet. She doesn’t want much, just something with a bit of fur on it, and my son – I knew he had to have a pet as soon as I saw the way he bonded with that personality-less, comatose, hard-shelled hermit crab. He loves that little guy like no hermit crab has ever been loved before. And that’s not easy to do.
I feel like they deserve a pet, and I think it would be good for them to learn to care for and look after a little fur-ball. Then, today, my friend sent out an email blast that her guinea pig had died unexpectedly and she was giving away the cage and all the accoutrements FREE.
Even if you get an animal for free like we did with our former pet fish by winning it at the boardwalk, do you know how much the paraphernalia can set you back? Our free fish cost us $50 at the pet store because we had to get him the best darn tank money could buy. Plus, I didn’t want him to be bored in there so we got him a little fake plant and a sunken treasure chest.
When I heard free guinea pig cage and sleeping hut and water bottle and wood shavings and food, I said to myself I think it’s time we got ourselves a guinea pig.
Now, if I could only convince my husband.
This post originally appeared on BaristaKids.com.
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