March 11, 2007

Additions... No Subtraction

Because I don’t have enough in my life… just to add another dimension… just a bit more chaos to the home where Chaos is King… we got a dog today.

He’s a 2 year old, 14 pound, Silky Terrier, named Issak. He is a show dog that is no longer being shown, so he’s been trained… I have no potty training, crying puppy noises, or anything like that to deal with. It has been in the works for about a month now, but today was the day my husband made the drive to pick him up.

I’ll post a picture when he’s not so nervous. He’s in the process of getting used to us. He went from a home with six other dogs to a home with three stinky boys, a goldfish and a hamster…

…which brings me to…

Silky Terriers are ratters. They hunt rodents: squirrels, rats, and that would be hamsters too. So yesterday, in preparation of Issak coming to our home, my husband went to the pet store and bought an enormous tank to put Cuddles cage set up within. We have no desire for the boys’ hamster to become a snack for their new dog. Damage doesn’t even begin to describe what that would do. YEARS of therapy would be required. No doubt.

While in the pet store looking at tanks, trying to assess the correct size, evidently a salesman came to assist my husband. My husband told him it was for a hamster, to which the salesman said “You do know you don’t need a tank this size for your hamster… right?”

My husband told him he did know, but we were now acquiring a dog, and this was as much about protecting the hamster from the dog as it was for living quarters.

And from there, from what I understand, the salesman, along with another salesman said, “When we die, if we come back… we want to come back as YOUR hamster!”


So below is a picture of our new hamster abode. The premier condo of all hamster living spaces. The boys are begging for some sort of turtle/lizard/thing so when the hamster goes, that’s what’s next in the tank. 75Gallon tank in case you’re wondering.

Hey, it was on sale.

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Son#4’s Mom and I were talking and when I related this story to her she asked me if we were really going to eventually do the turtle/lizard/other things deal in the tank and I told her with three boys, its hard to avoid all these 'boy' things.

I was laughing after she said, “You are such a good earthy crunchy Mom, doing all this stuff for your boys. That’s why I have Son#4 come visit!”

It’s always something. So as of now we have, one Mom, one Dad, three boys, one hamster, one fish, and one dog. We need a partridge in a pear tree… although next on the list after the goldfish dies is Japanese Fighting Fish.

Or so I've been told...

Posted by Boudicca at March 11, 2007 09:12 PM | TrackBack

it took only about 8 months of me crying every day and throwing fits of rage before i finally calmed down and rowdi finally "got it" that she's simply not allowed to in any way play with or chase the kitties. accidental killings and whatnot.

because you know your hamster is going to escape that, right? hamsters can get out of anything. anything.

rowdi loves to chase the squirrels and the birds. we have had to take a strict line with her, with lots of alpha rolling (it's what works with her): no chasing any animals smaller than you, period. not even insects.

anyway, good luck, but your hamster is not staying in that. you're going to have to go about it the other way: train the people to give the dog rules.

Posted by: sarahk at March 11, 2007 11:18 PM

We'll be fine. I figured an extra layer of protection would not hurt. Everyone is really keyed into it, so I'm not worried. And outside, leash only.

Posted by: Bou at March 12, 2007 06:17 AM

14 pounds? Where's the rest of the dog? ;)

Posted by: Ogre at March 12, 2007 06:36 AM


And a terrier ... a dog with the energy to match your boys energy!

Posted by: Quality Weenie at March 12, 2007 08:08 AM

When Elderspawn's Hamster escaped I used the cat to find it. The cat stalked the Hamster and I stalked the cat. When she started doing the pre-pounce crouch next to an open closet, I tossed her out of the room and retrieved Ms. Fuzzy.

Posted by: Graumagus at March 12, 2007 08:18 AM

Earthy Crunchy is a good thing, right?

Posted by: Raging Mom at March 12, 2007 08:45 AM

I'd better not let my daughter see this. Fortunately it hasn't been so hard to keep our four cats away from the hamster's cage. We have that exact same one in the right of your picture.

Posted by: Barb the Evil Genius at March 12, 2007 09:08 AM

Wow! Cuddles has really nice digs! :-)

Posted by: Richmond at March 12, 2007 04:01 PM

... a doggie?.... mercy, let the games begin!...

Posted by: Eric at March 12, 2007 04:04 PM

I'm thinking barbed wire & land mines outside the tank.

Posted by: Harvey at March 12, 2007 11:18 PM

heh. Good luck. And remember that dogs, like children, do NOT mix with white carpet, no matter how much they want to sleep on your bed.... although I imagine this little guy would have a hard time doing that!

Posted by: caltechgirl at March 13, 2007 02:18 AM

Good for you! Boys and dawgs just seem to fit with each other. There have been very few years in my life that I didn't have at least one dawg..or probably should say that at least one dawg didn't have me...

Posted by: GUYK at March 13, 2007 02:31 PM

let me know when you're ready to adopt one of my bunnies or one of my chinchillas. Or a duck...

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at March 13, 2007 06:01 PM

Bou actually allowed a dog in her home??? It's a sign of the end times.

Posted by: Mrs. Who at March 13, 2007 09:18 PM

Congrat's, I think, on the newest of the varmit kong. If a 14 pound dog starts lookin' for a hampster, it ain't 'cause he's hungry... it's 'cause he's horny.

Posted by: RedNeck at March 14, 2007 07:05 PM