||Ten months old|
||Standard Gray Chinchilla|
||Fairfax, Virginia, USA|
the moment I saw Skippy, I knew he would be mine. No one agreed
with me. "He's too jumpy, he's too small, his coloring is too dark, he's
too scared of humans, he's too expensive..." But I knew that he was the
one. I had seen others-ones more calm, ones more "pretty" ones that were
friendlier - but he was the one I chose. I got him just two days after I
saw him. When I brought him home, all he wanted to do was hide. He would
bark if you touched him. He wouldn't get anywhere near me, or anyone else.
It's been eight months since I bought him, and he has changed more than I
would have imagined. He loved being held and cuddled. He eats food
from my hand, and begs to be given treats by shoving himself against the
side of the cage. He whines when I walk past his cage and won't stop
until I pet him. I spend more on him than I spend on myself, but it is
well worth it. Each day I let him out, and he amuses me and him-self by
jumping off walls - and I mean that literally, chewing on his toys, and
rolling around in his dust bath.
Of course, this is just the beginning of our friendship. He has at least
a decade to go, and I will enjoy spending time with him every day of it.