Last night I got a call from my mom saying their was a prairie dog who desperately needed a home. I called the guy and went to meet him and his prairie dog. The PD was living in a cage not suitable for a rat. It was eating a walmart hamster diet and had scaring in his face. It could hardly move, it had nothing to do, no toys or anything to chew. He had very little bedding and no way at all to burrow. So of corse I brought him home. Despite his poor living conditions (which I consider to be abusive) he is actually very friendly. I called Justin on my way home and told him to get a better cage set up. He now has a much bigger cage with enough bedding to burrow and he has an igloo and chew sticks. Justin named him Wyatt. We're happy to have him join our "rescue zoo"