My ex wanted them because she had one a long time ago and missed it, so we picked them up off some people who found them in a garage for a really cheap price (like $50 and they came with a huge parrot cage and some food bins). I didn't want them because I am the stereotypical guy who scoffs at tiny dogs and refuses to own anything adorable. Well she got them anyways and left them with me during the breakup. Now I have them, along with a general idea on how to take care of them. I named them Chuck Norris and Bruce Willis, they are happier than when we got them and seemingly healthy (they haven't exploded or anything). I have had a few people offer to take them, but now that I have owned them for awhile I like em, they seem to like me too, seeing as how they jump on me and scuttle around on my back every chance they get. They get the run of my apartment while I'm sleeping, and seem to get a kick out of wrecking the place every chance they get (they got into some flour once and half of my kitchen was white). But I have glider rules now and a set routine before I go to bed, so they don't get much of a chance to destroy anything these days. Other than that they chill with me when I'm up too late (like now) and usually beg for noodles or yogurt. I left them with my mom when I was out of town once, and she fell in love with them, so now they get new toys every time they visit her and better food than I get (she has a veritable cornucopia of fruits and veggies she gardens). I honestly don't know how old these guys are, or how to tell, but I am happy to know that they are happy and I will keep them for that.

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