Everyone in the family has a pet of their own. The purr thing Hemi has the purr thing Mouse. The purr thing Mouse has daddy. Mom has me. I’m the low one on the totem poll and I don’t have a pet – pouts. I want a pet – whine!
I started thinking, I don’t have thumbs so I can’t necessarily ‘take care’ of a pet. I don’t have money to support a pet and I can’t get a job – the horrors of that! And, I don’t have a lot of time to give to a pet because well we all know that I have to get my love on with mommy. So, it has to be something that kind of takes care of itself.
There always a chia pet pig. You water it and I think I can do that if you know what I mean – PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud). It would be kind of awesome and neat to have in my room. I could call it Bacon Jr. or Mini Me 🙂 Mom would only have to help me get it started. Just think of the possiblities. If this worked out, I could have a room full of chia pets looking like different things. It would be a hoot! Definitely a possibility.
And here’s a blast from the past (well, that’s what mom said). Sea Monkeys! Again, mom would have to help me get started but then it’s on. I could watch these little Sea Monkey’s grow in their little container. The package says its hours and hours of entertainment. Mom says that is just a marketing gimmick and don’t believe it. Once you’ve seen one Sea Monkey, you’ve seen them all. Dad said I would have to borrow his magnifying glass to see them.
Okay, so maybe a pass on the Sea Monkeys. I kind of want something I can interact with. Something I can move. It seems that Sea Monkey’s don’t like to live out of water. I could ‘water’ them but I think mom would go for that idea. So, on to something else.
Then I found the Furby. Dad said that mom actually had one several years ago. It talks and interacts with you. That’s kind of cool. It picks up phrases – I wonder if I can make it learn to snort? Down side though, the packaging states it has a mind of its own. Uh oh – we may have a problem Houston. I need to think for the both of us. I don’t want something talking back to me, the master of the house. And, dad says you have to use your fingers to ‘feed’ it. I’m out there. I have hooves, no fingers to feed it.
Shucks – on to something else that might be a possiblity.
Then, as I was surfing, I found it! The perfect pet for me. Something that doesn’t require a lot of maintenance. Something does’t care if I’m a pig with hooves. Something that doesn’t talk back to me. Something that will listen to me and hopefully mind. Something that doesn’t eat. Something I can touch and not worry about hurting. Something I can take to bed with me like my security blanket. Heck for that matter, mom can fix it a little bed next to me.
See, I told you – the perfect pet for me. It’s even my color! I can still call it Mini Me. It’s even pig headed like I am. I think it would be awesome as a pet.
AND, mom and dad approve. As soon as they can, they promise me they will get me my very own pet rock. I *so* can’t wait. I will definitely keep you updated on my adventure with my new love.