I had a break with reality on Thursday. I went to Petco to get a cat scratching post and willingly brought Cheyenne with me. I really do know better than to take Cheyenne places where there are animals, but I actually rationalized to myself that I could handle it (hence the break with reality).
Cheyenne loves all creatures – big and small. Fish, parrots, rats, ferrets, guinea pigs, hamsters – she wanted them all. I must have heard “Mommy look how CUTE” in that high-pitched squeal two dozen times in the store. The “mommy” label only comes out in the event of injury, fear, or manipulation. Seeing as injury and fear were easily ruled out I knew that it was just a matter of seconds before the age old request was rolled out, “Can I get it?”
I was holding my own there for awhile. I easily made it through the fish, parrots, ferrets and rats but then we got to the furry guinea pigs and they were really cute. Thank goodness I retained some of my wits and didn’t linger too long in front of the guinea pigs, but I lingered just long enough for the trained eye to pick up on weakness. Cheyenne can spot weakness in the same way that animals can smell fear and it is then that she pounces.
As I wandered away from the guinea pigs and started to look at the massive amount of supplies, toys, goodies, etc. that you can buy for these creatures she was right on my heels trying to exploit the weakness. And I must say, it is tempting to consider such a cute little pet especially when you can buy every conceivable thing for it. The guinea pig may be under ten bucks, but the cage, supplies and accessories – well that can easily add up to a hundred plus. It reminds me of when you get a Barbie doll and then you have to have the house, the car, the little sister, the boyfriend, all the shoes and outfits, and the multi-Barbie case.
I am not going to lie – it was a close one; but, at the verge of breaking I saw my salvation out of the corner of my eye – the dog bone bar. I redirected Cheyenne’s attention to the bar so that she could buy things for her dogs for Christmas…whew, I dodged that bullet.
I will have to be more careful in the future…Petco visits must return to covert operations. No more skipping the rational mom medicine – not even for one day.
Day one hundred and fifty-two of the new forty – obla di obla da