Many many moons ago I had a little back dog that ate a sofa and turned into a big black dog--well, big by pre-Cobie standards, he weighed 65 pounds in his prime. His name was Buddy, he was a border collie mix, and he went everywhere in the car with me ( Read more... )

I had them when I was a teen, until a cannibalism incident during my early twenties put me off.  It's been, lord--years--since I realizied I wanted one again.

I'm talking about hamsters here.

I've been saving up since we moved, but didn't quite have enough.  Then the Shopping Voice spoke up.  Usually it says, Go to Goodwill now!  But this time it ( Read more... )