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Such a long week. Irritating customers, flaky coworkers, no management in sight, and tons of stuff to do. Luckily, I have a day and a half to recuperate before the next twelve-hour shift. I want to punch half of Arlington's population in the throat.
We have a few permanent residents at Petland. I'm responsible for two of them: a three-legged rat named Tripod (or Hopalong, or Tumor Boy, depending on who you're talking to) and a crazy white mouse named Frankenmouse. Tripod has recently gotten over his skin condition, but now has a huge bulbous tumor thingy where his stump used to be. There's not much we can do =/ Frankenmouse is a sad case. She was one of the mama mice responsible for feeding the pinkies & fuzzies till they become snake food. One day last year, the other mice attacked her and literally tried to eat her. One of the employees separated her and did what she could to heal her, expecting her to die soon. Frankenmouse has, amazingly, hung on so far. She's got permanent bald patches and seems to have developed either itchy skin or a nervous disorder which causes her to scratch constantly. It's gotten better since we switched her from pine litter to paper pellets, but she'll still scratch herself till she bleeds. I've gotten attached to the little freak of nature, so I finally gave in to sentimentality and took her home today. Doing research now to see if there's anything I can do about her skin. According to one site, it might be caused by a food allergy. Hmmmm.
I have a mousy! Jeremy doesn't care for rodents, but this one's proven herself to be pretty low-maintenance. I'm treating this more as hospice care than anything else, since she's nearing the end of her natural lifespan anyway.
Now, to chill until that Griffin man gets home...
We have a few permanent residents at Petland. I'm responsible for two of them: a three-legged rat named Tripod (or Hopalong, or Tumor Boy, depending on who you're talking to) and a crazy white mouse named Frankenmouse. Tripod has recently gotten over his skin condition, but now has a huge bulbous tumor thingy where his stump used to be. There's not much we can do =/ Frankenmouse is a sad case. She was one of the mama mice responsible for feeding the pinkies & fuzzies till they become snake food. One day last year, the other mice attacked her and literally tried to eat her. One of the employees separated her and did what she could to heal her, expecting her to die soon. Frankenmouse has, amazingly, hung on so far. She's got permanent bald patches and seems to have developed either itchy skin or a nervous disorder which causes her to scratch constantly. It's gotten better since we switched her from pine litter to paper pellets, but she'll still scratch herself till she bleeds. I've gotten attached to the little freak of nature, so I finally gave in to sentimentality and took her home today. Doing research now to see if there's anything I can do about her skin. According to one site, it might be caused by a food allergy. Hmmmm.
I have a mousy! Jeremy doesn't care for rodents, but this one's proven herself to be pretty low-maintenance. I'm treating this more as hospice care than anything else, since she's nearing the end of her natural lifespan anyway.
Now, to chill until that Griffin man gets home...