Runs With Hedghogs
So, I play with the hedgehog. Well I like to think that I play with it. At least I can sit there really still so that it isn’t scared to move around. And then she runs all over the sofa. And me. And I begin to wonder if it is not that she is “happy playing with me” but rather simply exploring the new space that is the sofa. And I am part of that sofa. And in fact all she really cares about it running. And mealworms. She will stop to eat mealworms. With a most impressive and loud crunch I might add. But then its back to running. And if I put my hand in front of her she will run onto it and not mind when I put her back into her cage. And then more of the running. The wheel is critical. It is the only thing in her life that brings her joy. I am starting to think that even eating is just that thing that takes time away from running. As I sit here typing, she just put a good three hundred yards on the wheel. She runs so much she is actually starting to wear the wheel out!
There she goes. Running. Why am I reminded of Conan? Running running we are running. Thanks, Erin for teaching me the running song. Now it is stuck in my head every night when I hear Stella running. Speaking of which, if I am up all night talking about running, I won’t be able to get up tomorrow morning for my run. Of course I run less than a four inch animal. *sigh*
Dude, I can see her soft white (well, okay, tan) underbelly! That thing looks freakish with its legs all stretched out and running like that! I never knew hedgehogs had such long legs!
Yup, she really does have a soft whit underbelly. It makes me happy for some reason. Probably something to do with BOC. But yeah, seeing her run on her wheel is a little scary. Normally she is walking around on soft things, so her legs sink in. But on something hard, like the wheel, you can really see how long her legs are.