Springtime, finally!

Pixi had her first ever adventure outside in the grass yesterday. She smiled. She ate clovers. She walked all kinds of funny. She had fun.

I realized I probably worry about this little creature too much. She's a little over six months old and still looks too small to me. If she sleeps too much I worry that she's sick. I worry that she doesn't eat enough. I feel her belly constantly for lumps of any kind. I'm always checking her butt to make sure it's clean and dry.

Then yesterday I watched her and Bean play outside in the sun together and realized I have nothing to worry about. She's the happiest and most loved (and most spoiled) hamster I've ever seen. I appreciate the little creature.