Son number two is 16. Son number two had this idea in his head that he wanted a Chinchilla. Then it was a Ferret. Then he absolutely wanted a Hedgehog. Then it was back to a Chinchilla. Then out of the blue he decided he wanted ducklings. He wanted them to imprint on him and follow him everywhere.
The idea for getting ducks was pretty strong. He wouldn't be deterred. Unless you live on a farm, ducks are a really, really, really, really bad idea for a pet. But he was determined. Mind you, Snootyville is no kind of place to keep ducks. The neighbors would go absolutely insane. And the duck poo. OMG the duck poo.
So we agreed to go to the pet store on the other side of the tri-county area and look in an old Feed Store/Pet Store and BROWSE the animals. I told him that we would consider a pet purchase AFTER a two week "consideration" period.
Here's some photos from the excursion:
They have baby chicks... a lot of them.
They have ferrets... a whole business of ferrets.
They even have oddly named dog toys. Make up your own joke there.
He looked at the two tiny ducklings they had in stock, plus a Bearded Dragon lizard, a full size peacock, and quail. Mind you, I was ready to veto everything.
But then he saw them... a pile of bunnies. He became attached to one in particular. And the thought of avoiding a smelly cage of quacking ducks among the city folk appealed to me. I jumped on the opportunity.
So now I share with you the picture of "Sundance" on her way home from the pet store:
And here she is enjoying her new soft little home:
She may be a brown-noser, but she's not a quacking duck.