Our New Guy
I will go a bit farther and prove to you that the same happens in the animal kingdom.
As I have already mentioned, we have a chinchilla. Correction – a guy chinchilla. Our new pet Nicky is a cute, soft, furry creature and you would never expect him to act like a guy. And yet, in some ways, he does. Granted, he cannot drink beer or do armpit farts, but check this out.
About once a day, time permitting, Nicky has his play time. According to every chinchilla-care website I’ve seen, play time is when you take your pet to a chinchilla-proof room and let him run around for some time under your supervision. In our house, the only room that is truly chinchilla-proof is the downstairs bathroom. We close the toilet and the sink, spread a rug on the floor, and sit there for about thirty minutes while Nicky bounces off the walls. He is a natural climber and jumper, and enjoys it greatly.
Two days ago, I was sitting on my rug, some distance away from the sink, talking to K9. Out of nowhere, Nicky climbed on my shoulder, and took a jump in the general direction of the sink. The poor guy miscalculated. He hit the bathroom sink at full speed, face first.
Now that we’ve made sure that he is well and not hurt, I truly wish I had brought a camera.
Think about it, though. Why did Nicky take that jump when he wasn’t sure whether he could make it?
Because he thought that it just might work, and wouldn’t it be fun if it did?
Did he stop for a moment and think about what would happen if it didn’t work?
Because he’s a guy, that’s why.
That’s when we knew that Nicky is a true member of our family.
Here are some very touching pictures of K9 giving Nicky a treat.
“Here, Nicky, have a carrot”.
“Aaaawwww, how cute!”
“Who’s my wittle chinchilla-willa? You are!”
“Aw, look at you Nicky, you’re all done! Mom! Can I give him another?”