Reginald and Fraldupha

Erin and I have made a decision. The children are getting older now, and they need to start taking on some responsibilities in their little lives. After all, Anna Kate is 3 and Max is nearly 7. So this usually means a pet.

Neither Erin nor I want to get a dog because of the expense and hassle that comes with a dog. I know, I know, dogs love you unconditionally, they learn tricks, they protect your house...blah, blah, blah... but all of you dog lovers please just spare me the talk about why we should have a dog.

I personally don't want a cat. They're fun, but they sure do get your house hairy. And some cats are just plain weird! They lick themselves in front of your houseguests in the most inappropriate places at the most inappropriate times. I know, I know, cats are great by a fire...blah, blah, blah... but all of you cat lovers please just spare me the talk about why we should have a cat.

I had two fish in college named Aquilla and Priscilla. They were florescent yellow and orange. Best pets I ever had. They lived longer than any other fish I've ever had too... about a month. However, I don't want to start giving my kids a new fish every month after a huge cry fest and royal flush off. So all of you fish lovers please just spare me the talk...

Penguins are too expensive, monkeys wear diapers, birds are too erratic, squirrels are hard to catch, turtles are no fun, and lizards make my wife get on top of the furniture. So we decided on a compromise.















We got two hamsters!

But I forgot...hamster poop.