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02/11/2005: It's a Haamsta, Mr. Fawlty...
I've been wondering when one of my three Dwarf Siberian Haamsta's, Figi, Albi and Bob, was going to depart for Haamsta Heaven. They are close to two years old and only Bob seems to be still in good health. Albi has a large mole-type tumor on her back about the size of a pea and Figi has some strange bulbous tumor on her left hip which (if it were on you or me, would be the size of a small watermelon) and looks most uncomfortable...but she manages to get around her cage somehow. (We are wondering what's in our water around here...??)
The girls want me to take them to the Vet (for surgery.) (Charlie...on the other hand wants me to ship the little beggars back to Siberian where they came from...He's not a creature-feature person and hates all these critters...excepting our Furkid, Sami the wonder-hound.) But Vets are $$$ and these are after all Haamsta's...so we wait. Yet everyday I expect to see one of them has "bought the farm"...but there all still alive and kicking.
But...since I don't think there much time left on that ticking biological clock...I decided to post this one on The Haamsta Gang. And so it goes at Dennis Hastert Corner.
Karen on 02.11.05 @ 09:18 AM CST
