Hamsters: They’re like crack for schnauzers

23 Sep

Every kid deserves to have a hamster. Every schnauzer wants to eat a hamster. Image from MS Office Clipart

My daughter really wanted a hamster. Really, really wanted a hamster.

“I’ll keep my room clean, I’ll keep the cage clean, and I’ll love it every day,” my fifth-grade girl bargained.

No rats in the house. That was my husband’s first response.  It will stink. That was his second response. We already have a dog. That was his third response.

My daughter persisted, and I relented. She had straight A’s on her report card, and we went to the pet store. My decision was not based on her constant pleading or a desire to get back at my husband. It was a heart decision. I had hamsters when I was a girl, and I loved them. I loved watching them fill their cheeks to near explosion size. I loved holding them and feeling those little whiskers twitch against my skin. I loved that my hamster listened to me when no one else would. Every kid deserves to have a hamster at least once.

We bought a wire cage, bedding, food, exercise wheel and all the chew sticks a little hamster could desire.   My daughter selected her new friend, a small golden teddy bear hamster with whiskers that exceeded her body size. She named her Nugget –  as in “gold nugget” NOT “chicken nugget.”

My husband came home and met Nugget. Seeing the kids’ excitement, he melted and actually said sweet things to the little rodent as she turned her exercise wheel. Our dog, a schnauzer mix named Macy, also seemed to find Nugget sweet. She sniffed the cage and wagged her tail. My daughter brought Nugget up to her room and set the cage on her nightstand. All was well in the Roadkill Goldfish house.

All was well for about 18 hours. The kids left for school the next morning, and I got to work on a few client projects in my office. All of a sudden, I heard a tremendous CRASH in my daughter’s room. I dashed up the stairs to find the hamster cage thrown to the floor and my dog salivating and furiously pawing at the metal bars. Nugget was able to pull herself into a far corner, and her buckteeth were chattering like that creepy zombie from “World War Z.”  I managed to pull the dog off the cage and set Nugget’s home back on my daughter’s night stand. Nugget hissed. She sounded like a very ticked off cat. She hissed for hours. I honestly thought the fall may have caused brain damage or turned her psychotic. My daughter would never be able to hold her hamster again because the fluffball would go all Monty-Python-killer-rabbit on her face.

I called a vet who worked with pocket pets. She was sympathetic with my plight and told me there was probably nothing wrong with the hamster, but it would probably be a good idea not to handle her for a few days. She also said to keep the dog far away from the cage.

As I vacuumed up the bedding fuzz that covered my daughter’s floor, I realized a very important fact. Macy is part schnauzer. Schnauzers were bred to be vermin hunters. She was simply doing her innate doggy job, and the hamster was like crack cocaine to her DNA.  It was a true DUH moment on my part.

Nugget lived with us for two years until her last ride on the exercise wheel. She recovered from her psychological trauma without the use of therapy or antidepressants. She never nipped at us and would greet us by climbing on top of the wheel whenever we came in the room. She was the best hamster in the world.

During those two years, Macy would visit Nugget in my daughter’s room. We moved the hamster home to a higher table, and Macy would sit for hours in front of the cage.  She wouldn’t bark, growl, salivate or whimper. She sat. Motionless. Waiting for the day that Nugget tried to escape.  Waiting for the day she could indulge that insatiable craving for schnauzer crack.

5 Responses to “Hamsters: They’re like crack for schnauzers”

  1. lsgrlr October 5, 2013 at 8:22 PM #

    Why, oh why…am I just now reading your blog? I am having my own Duh, moment right now.

    • Kim Keller October 7, 2013 at 8:09 AM #

      I’m glad you enjoy the blog. No “duh” moment for you; it’s a joyful “woo-hoo” moment. Please keep coming back.🙂

    • lsgrlr October 7, 2013 at 6:32 PM #

      I definitely will

  2. sgeraldscott September 26, 2013 at 10:07 AM #

    Oh the tragic tales I could tell about hamsters. I’ve forgotten how many of those little buggers we’ve had in our home. When the bell on the pet shop door jingles and the hamsters see one our kids walking in, they all hide under their pine bedding – hoping it’s lizards or fish this time!🙂

  3. A Single Parent's Life September 25, 2013 at 11:04 PM #

    My kids just got ferrets for my sons birthday. Our little dog is scared of them. My big dog on the other hand is like your dog and wants to eat them. She tries to bite them through the wire on the cage as one tries to fight back with her and bite her through the cage. I have to keep her out when I am not home and an eye on her when I am. When she messes with them I put her out for a bit. I would think she would learn but she don’t. Thank goodness she will lay down and go to sleep at night and not mess with them so far.

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