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LONG BUT WORTHWHILE READING If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome
including toilet-flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below
will have
you laughing out LOUD! Overview: I had to take my son's hamster to the vet. Here's what happened:
Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something
wrong" with one of the two hamsters he holds prisoner in his room.
"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious,
Dad. Can you help?
I put my best hamster-healer statement on my face and
followed him into his
bedroom. One of the little rodents was indeed lying on his back,
looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. "Honey," I called, "come look at the hamster!"
Oh my gosh," my wife diagnosed after a minute.
"She's having babies."
What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"
I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we
didn't want them to reproduce," I accused my wife. "Well, what do you want
me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she inquired. (I actually think she said this sarcastically!)
No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my most
loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth
together).
"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.
"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she informed me. (Again with the sarcasm, you think?)
By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going to a wondrous experience, I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth."OH, Gross!", they shrieked.
Well, isn't THAT just Great!; what are we going to do with a litter of tiny little hamster babies?" my wife wanted to know. (I
really do think was being snotty here, too. don't you?)
We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.
"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.
Its breech," my wife whispered, horrified. "Do something, Dad!" my son urged.
"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot
when it next appeared, giving it a gingerly tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.
Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know.
"Maybe they could
talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females in my house
"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly.
We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap.
Breathe,
Ernie, breathe," he urged.

"I don't think hamsters do Lamaze," his mother noted to him.
(Women can be
so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is
one thing, but
this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.)
The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at
thelittle
animal through a magnifying glass. "What do you think, Doc,
a c-section?" I suggested scientifically.
"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron,
may I speak to you privately for a moment?"

I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.
"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.
Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This hamster is not in
labor.In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen... Ernie is a boy. You
see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity,like most male
species, they um....um....masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back."
He blushed, glancing at my wife.
"Well, you know what I'm saying, Mr.. Cameron."
We were silent, absorbing this. "So Ernie's
just...just...Excited,"my
wife offered. Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we
understood. More silence.
Then my viscous, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle.
And then even laugh loudly. "What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming
affront to my flawless manliness.
Tears were now running down her face.
"It's just...that...I'm picturing you pulling on its...
its...teeny
little..." she gasped for more air to bellow in laughter
once more. "That's enough," I warned.
We thanked the Veterinarian and hurriedly bundled the
hamsters
and our son
back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be
okay.
"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Dad,"
he told me.

"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with
laughter.

Later that night, my wife left a note on my night table:

2 - Hamsters - $10...
1 - Cage - $20...
Trip to the Vet - $30...

Memory of your husband pulling on a hamster's
wacker........Priceless
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lottagelady
Nice one, Ed!
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