Here's a little backstory on my history with pets. My family has had fish galore, two turtles, three dogs, a newt, a frog, a crab, and blah blah blah. I personally have "mothered" four guinea pigs and a hamster. I was a rodent kind of person. My first and fattest guinea pig was named Cinnamon, though I called her Chahlah, and she was my pride and joy. I watched her die one afternoon and it might be one of the worst memories I have.
I digress in a morbid direction. More on Louie. I insist you listen to the following song while reading. If you've seen The Life Aquatic, you'll recognize why. Also Mark Mothersbaugh is beautiful.
Anyway, I moved out of my parents house and thus was ripped from my dogs. This has broken my heart into a trillion little pieces. My mom, knowing this, did something for me last weekend. She told me to come home one day, that she had a surprise for me.
Louie is a "dwarf" hamster. This is in quotes because he a giant little thing. And when she brought him downstairs I thought he was a baby guinea pig because he was so fat.
I found it incredibly hard to capture any worthy images of him, as he does not stop moving. He runs pretty fast.
And is a cranky hamster. He's bit both me and Casey and shows no remorse. You DO NOT want to wake him up because...
He plots to kill you. (I was taking so many pictures and NONE were in focus and this is what happens the one time I used the flash. Never again.)
We don't know him very well yet as we've only had him for a week, but from what we can tell he's a pill.
He loves to run and stop and run and stop. But now he's built a little burrow under the wheel and never uses it. Which can't be good for his figure.