Pets

Over the weekend, we got to see my parents, and my sister (with her kids). Some stories came out about my oldest nephew's pets.

First, the turtles. He and his dad were out and about, and came across two turtles. They were *perfect* for the turtle races, Nephew declared. We *have* to keep them!

This was about a month ago. The annual turtle races in my hometown are in late June. Guess who gets to keep the turtles until then? The grandparents, of course.

These things are in a laundry basket on Mom and Dad's back porch. They are the stinkiest things I've ever been around that were still alive (with the exception of a certain overweight Tech Support Lead from WAY back in the day). They're fed minnows. There's a problem with this... my parent's tiny chihuahua thinks that the minnows are a good snack for her, too.

Little miss chihuahua is not allowed outside without supervision, lest she become little miss damp stinky turtle-soup fish-breath chihuahau.

Nephew also has a pet rabbit. They keep it in a hutch outside their home. Nephew and Niece love it, and play with it often.

Little Nephew, the youngest (he just turned one), has not had good luck with the rabbit. He pokes his fingers at the rabbit, and gets bit. The poor little guy has been bitten three times now.

The first two times he got bit, he cried. The last time he got bit, he screamed and started hitting the rabbit. I guess he got tired of being a victim.