Dasha! Dasha! Dasha! I’m Dasha! Or Disher! Or Dish-Dash! Or Pookie! Or BeBop! I’m a chinchilla!
Momma n Daddy went onna nassy fing calld a vay cay shun. It waz nassy an hot an had a fing calld a o-shun! I’m frum high, cold, dry mountinz, so dat’s nassy 2 me! I stayd wif grandmar n granddad inna peshul cold rume.
Hearz sum pichurs ob me.
Momma sent 2 bags of treetz an sum hay an sum alfalfa pellets an sum oat grass an sum lava chewz, but Grandmar went shopping 4 me, 2!
Grandmar wuz afraid i wud need a baff, so she got me a baff howz and lava dust, how I baff. DUSTY! FUN!
An she gotted me mineral chewz wif sprinkles on!
I lurv grandmar! She playz me Klezmer moosic! Like!! But I didn’t like not be at home. My home cage iz taller dan Daddy! My away one is dinky. I get to play inna hall at home, but iz 2 hot heer cept inna peshul cold room. My home cage haz a wheel 2 run in, but is 2 big 4 dis away cage. Bah!
I trya takea selfie, but i haz vry short arms.
Cawz i couldn’t play inna hall, grandmar got me dis. She calls it my Rolls.
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Dasha (guest)
dan antion
June 16, 2018 at 8:00amGood job Dasha – you certainly are a cutie. I take it you didn’t meet Tipper…probably a good thing.
Marian Allen
June 16, 2018 at 11:23amThey met very briefly, when Dasha was in her Rolls and Charlie didn’t close the door hard enough to latch. Tipper was interested, but didn’t get a chance to really inspect the visitor. Charlie was afraid Dasha would get stressed. I was like, “You don’t know Dasha very well. For a prey animal, this girl is freakin’ fearless!” She’s met a dog before and wasn’t stressed. She’s just like her momma always was: thinks she’s as big as anybody.
joey
June 16, 2018 at 10:46amSo cute! What a sweetie! I’d rather not go to hot nassy places, either!
That selfie cracked me up!
Marian Allen
June 16, 2018 at 11:24amIt’s like a T-Rex trying to take a selfie.
acflory
June 16, 2018 at 9:22pmUm…Hi Dasha. I guess Tipper wasn’t introduced to Dasha? Ah, nevermind. Of course not.
Marian Allen
June 17, 2018 at 7:46amTipper slipped in briefly. He was intrigued, as he is about everything, and Dasha wasn’t scared, ’cause she’s fearless. But Charlie was afraid Dasha would freak out and have a heart attack, so he made Tipper leave. None of my other cats have had any interest in her. I think it’s because one of a chinchilla’s few defense mechanisms is to fart, and all she eats are flowers and fruit and seeds, so all that does is cover up her scent with the smell of … flowers and fruit and seeds. Another defense is to be absolutely still, which holds no interest for Tipper. But if she had tried to run away in her Rolls, it would have been Game On!
acflory
June 17, 2018 at 8:13amI know they’re kind of part of the rodent family but that’s about all I know. The farting is a good trick. 🙂
Marian Allen
June 17, 2018 at 1:29pmThey’re from the high, dry Andes, so they have to be kept cool and dry. Total prey animals. Totes adorbs! Very smart. So soft, you pet her, then pet the cat, and ask the cat, “Why did you cover your coat with sandpaper?”