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Jan 23, 2013 08:41

It's time to adopt new baby rats. I've asked a lot of people about it and the response was overwhelmingly positive - if they make me happy and if I have a cage (thanks for the Christmas present, guys!) and if my vet bills from the last rats have been paid off (last December), then I should adopt healthy rats from a healthy line from a breeder. The only dissenting opinion is my dad, but like Cody said, he's going to be mad about something and he's going to yell anyway so I might as well do something that'll make me happy.

I called a breeder in Walnut Creek on Monday and I'm all set to pick up the last two babies from her most recent litter, two Burmese females, both dumbos. I've been assured by the breeder that they come from a healthy lineage, no inbreeding.

I've been so agitated and unhappy for so long that I figure that anything that brings me any joy is a good thing and anyone who hates on that is awful.

Although yesterday I woke up at 7:15 and I was out of bed and eating breakfast at 7:30. I didn't even have to. But I got myself up and moving. I didn't just stay curled up in the dark. I didn't even really think about it. I woke up, so I got up. Might not seem like a big deal, but I can't remember the last time I did that when I wasn't obligated to (work, doctor appointment, errands, etc.).
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