Meet the pets -
First to greet me when I get home in the evening is Samson, or sometimes Sammy, better known as Sambo, who drives a Lambo. Part Boston Terrier, part Grayhound - pretty much the cutest dog ever, and he loves to snuggle! He will also get little black hairs EVERYWHERE, and has terrible breath, but I forgive him, because he loves me unashamedly.
Samson is followed by Archie, also known as Sir Archibald Hetherington Nastyface, Laird of the West Loch and Kirby's Landing. He'll jump at me a few times, then return to whatever mischief he's been up to. I'm pretty sure he knows we hid his training stuff in that drawer and he wants to dispose of it quietly...
In my room, living in #21 B Baker Street is the fair Ophelia, who is adorable, loves climbing, digging, and eating treats. Every time I clean her cage I give her an old sock. She chews on this in such a way that she makes a little dome with multiple entrances, and then half buries it in wood chips. She's very talented. She is also camera shy, obviously.
This is the late and lamented Watson (RIP), the previous occupant of #21 B Baker Street. He was a very calm dwarf hamster, and would run around on my bedspread and let me carry him around the house. He also woke up every morning and chirped at me while I get ready for class. I had no idea hamsters could chirp, but it made me happy. :)
