As I’m very pro-adoption, I was keeping an active eye on a local shelter’s webpage. However, there were only four doves and two bunnies listed. No hamsters. That’s why I decided to go store bought.
The first store I went to was the one I got my beloved, late Queenie at. They had three Syrians there, all girls. Two were short hair and one long haired. As I wanted a boy rather than a girl, I decided not to buy there.
Not that I wasn’t tempted. One of the short haired girls looked a bit like the Framily Plan dad hamster and she kept pawing at the glass and coming up to me. I decided if I didn’t find something at the other store I’d totally get her!
At the second store they only had two Syrians. Both were boys and one was short haired (also looked like the Framily Plan hamster, but I liked the girl at the other store better than him) and the other long haired, which is my preferred coat type. The long haired one was one of my favorite combinations too: all white with red eyes. I was very excited.
My excitement died down when the store employee warned me he bites. And, yes, he bit me. It was a very gentle bite. I exhaled quite relieved. I could work with that. We’ll just have to take our time.
Though I originally said I would name him Majesty, I felt my alternate, Duke (or Duchess if it were a girl), fit him better.
In case you missed me sharing this on social media, there’s his welcome home video!
Did you ever go in with one name and come out using another?