It’s a Sunday, and I just don’t feel like being techie today. Sometimes we all just need a break. And what better to help us unwind from life than our pets.
This is mine, Goose. He’s a long-haired hamster. That’s him sitting on the base of his tree. (Hopefully you remember him from blog entries past, usually about him running around in his hamster ball.)
He’s a spoiled rotten little bugger. As you can see, he has a terrarium tree for his hidey hole where he makes his nest. He also has a cheap dollar store cat-scratcher (on the left there) that’s just twine wound around a thin board that he uses like a stairway. And while his 10 gallon aquarium-turned-cage might seem like small space for a hamster, it does have an equally matching wire top half with platforms, a wheel, and even a second food dish and water bottle. And if you look closely behind his tree, you’ll even see his sand bath where for some reason he likes to keep his little doggie treat for him to gnaw on.
Yes, he’s utterly spoiled.
I’d love to have a cat or two for a pet. Maybe even a dog. (A big burly outside one like a husky.) But I have allergies. So a contained little bundle of allergens like a hamster is all I dare to cope with right now.
It’s funny really, that for all of our amazing technology, for all of our advanced society, there’s still nothing that can meet our emotional needs like a good bit of organic life. Family, friends, children, pets, and even plants and wildlife … we just can’t manufacture something to fill in those most basic needs. No screen-saver 3D aquarium, no tamagotchi, no robotic vacuum cleaner, can make us smile as much as a simple little fuzzy hamster.
There’s probably a message there, if we ever cared to listen.