AuburnChick's Adventures

My day started out in an interesting way. But first, you must have some background.

Living in my house is like living in a zoo. No kidding. We have three dogs, two rats, and a rabbit.

Cadillac Chance Chloe

Molly Pele Aubie

A few days ago, I put them all (yes, you read that right) in the car for a trip to the boarding facility. Well, Aubie’s hunting instincts kick in any time she hears the rabbit, and being in close proximity was just too much. Aubie was doing everything she could to get to that rabbit, despite the bars on the cage. I got about two houses down the street when I had to stop the car to rearrange the animals. Of course Molly, my escape artist, took the opportunity to jump out of the car. So, I quickly grabbed her, got her back in, fussing at her the entire time, then proceeded to fuss at my eight year old dog…poor thing. What a nightmare! I must have looked like a lunatic…driving down the road, yelling the whole time. Hmmm…maybe that’s why the other cars kept their distance??

When I got to the boarder, there was a nicely dressed lady waiting to pick up her dog. Her jaw dropped as the employees helped me bring in the three-floor rat cage (only the best, ya know), dining room table-sized rabbit cage, and three dogs. By the end of the procession, even the employees at the place were laughing at me. I was exhausted. I knew there was a reason why I only had two children.

To top it all off, I had to go directly from there to attempt to take a proctored mid-term. But I digress…

Getting back to the point of today’s post…

Yesterday, after getting up at 3am to catch an early flight, I was exhausted and looking forward to sleeping in. Not gonna happen…

5:30am (my time…not home time), my cell phone rings, and from the caller ID, I can see it’s my boarder. Uh oh. This cannot be good.

“Hello, Mrs. Auburnchick…it looks like your rats got into a fight last night.” Oh no…poor son…I’m thinking the worst. Why else would you call someone on their vacation about a rat?

“One of them has a lot of blood.”

“But both are alive?” I ask.

“Oh yes, but we think that one is a female and has, uh, matured.” Huh? It’s 5:30 in the morning…I’m not thinking straight. So, the nice gentleman proceeds to explain what he means. Oh, duh! Now my face is red, but who cares…it’s still dark on the West coast.

I kindly explain that both of the rats are males, and the fat one (Cadillac) steals skinny one’s food. Skinny one may be little, but he’s scrappy. He obviously defended his precious pasta.

At least the dogs are okay…I think.

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