Hehe. I love doggies. I had a golden retriever when I was young. I think she actually might have been mentally retarded. She wasn't just slow, she seemed... really slow. I love her to death, still. My parents, much to my disdain, gave her to some dude who had a farm, because she rolled in poop and ate it like every day and they were afraid I'd get some disease. Sweet, sweet Goldy! You're missed. I don't know if she's alive or not. If she were, she'd be about 10.
Awww. I'm sure she had fun on a farm though!
I had mice when I was a kid. I kept them in a kritter keeper and they chewed through and escaped (lol they shouldn't market those for rodents!). Actually, I was pretty diligent about duct taping the holes every morning for a few weeks, finally one night they got out. My dad caught the one with a non-humane mouse trap, the other I had to take to the pet store because they were making me sneeze too much anyways.