Stropster's 17th . . . and Seven pups!

Well, what a week . . . What a day even! (I started writing this on Saturday)
Stropster's 17th birthday (yesterday) was perfect. He had his first driving lesson, came home buzzing, spent some time with me playing his new guitar, then went off to party with his mates. Wonderful.

Our Prison visit went well. I was so tired from travelling by the time we arrived that I didn't have much energy for small talk . . . It didn't matter, we had our 20 minutes on the prison park then hamper G and her Dad spent two hours together colouring pictures and cuddling. A good "Father's Day" visit.

I cleaned all the hamsters cages/tanks today. Gledwood definitely has three pups, "his" eldest daughter Serena, from last year's litter, also has three pups; they're almost the same size as Gledwood's three but possibly a week younger, So there are *six pups in that cage along with the two mothers . . . I found the father "Faith" (sneaky blighter) and moved him out to live with his Brothers from last year's litter (Billy, Paddy and Frank). He wasn't over the moon about leaving but Hey ho, he seems to have settled in OK.  I've kept the cage with the pups next to me; they come out to play at night . . . I have my camera ready but will try to resist posting too many.

I will post a couple of Stropster though for his Birthday. He wouldn't want me to put recent photos of him on here, so I'll dig out some old timers . . . He was a beautiful baby . . . He still is!

Stropster's first few days  . . . I kept falling asleep and having weird dreams . . . Yes, whilst feeding Stropster, I'd suddenly wake up and wonder if I'd dropped him. There was morphine in that drip for post-op pain (caesarean). I had to wait until the little plastic bubble filled up, maybe once every couple of hours, then push a button to self-administer the "pain-killer" . . . I had no idea this had anything to do with Heroin. Back then.

 Rocking the pram on the tow path whilst lying on top of the boat . . . Stropster's tiny cabin in the boat, you can just about see him in there.

His "driving" seat at the back of the boat next to Captain Sparrow . . .


 Sitting on top of the boat

A few years later . . . Stropster was an easy happy boy. He loved all food, cars and playing in rivers. He still does. He was always laughing, smiling or gooning around. Not much has changed there either . . . apart from the odd hormonal outburst . . . But we're all entitled to those ;-)

 


I know this is a lot of photos, there were so many to choose from and he only very reluctantly gave me permission to post a couple of when he was a baby (!) . . . I won't get away with this again, so I thought I best make the most of the opportunity.

I have my camera ready with the cage at the side of my bed as Gledwood has requested some more photos of his hamster family . . . They hide all day but they'll all be scuttling about soon.


 * I've since found another single pup of maybe three days old. I didn't see him on Saturday . . . Bizarre. I'll try and get a photo, he's a strange looking thing. Usually at that age they stay in the nest/ bedroom but he comes out and wanders around the cage with the older pups. I don't think his eyes are even open!