How NOT to treat your grandparents!

I really should be in bed right now. But oh well- I feel like staying up so I can write (and watch the rest of this George Lopez episode… heh). Anyways, I to my granparents’ house yesterday (the ones on my dad’s side). They just came home last month, I think. During the winter, they make like birds and fly to Texas. I haven’t really spent time with them since they’ve been home.

Anyways, when I was younger (11 and 12), I used to treat them really rotten. Mostly because they treat me like I was around the age of seven, and maybe I thought that actually being nice to your grandparents wasn’t cool. But yesterday I made more of an effort to actually be sweet. After all, they’re both in their late seventies- they’re not going to be around much longer.

I started feeling pretty guilty about the way I treated them in the past, because they’ve done so much for me. The amount of stuff they’ve bought me is insane, and they love toting me around and hanging out with me. After all, I am the only young girl they have to do thing for! So, from now on, I think I’ll try and be a little bit nicer to them, which may not come easy, but I’ll try my hardest!

Anyways, we went to two pet stores yesterday. The first one was the nicest pet store I’ve seen in my area. It was a little Mom and Pop store, and you could tell they really cared about their animals. They have the cutest little hamsters there- I held two, and they were both really, really sweet. Apparently they don’t sell hamsteres that bite, which I found cool (I think I know where I’ll be getting my next hamster!). But that’s not all they had- they had baby rabbits (I held one of those, too), lizards, frogs, turtles, snakes, tarantulas… everything, really. It was a pretty neat place!

The second one we went to was the local Petco. I was really dissapointed in that place. The animals’ cages were dirty, and all of the animals seemed to be really upset. The sales lady refused to let me hold any because she thought they’d either a. run away or b. bite me. But she got them out so I could pet them. They did run- and bite- and they made really distressed squeaking sounds. And the way the woman held them was awful! She’d pick them up by the scruff of their necks, and the hamsters would squeal and squeal. It was relaly sad to watch. All of the Petcos in our area are like that- the employees don’t really seem to care, and the quality of the animals is subpar.

I think I did more than my fair share of ranting to my dearest Nana on the car ride home. She actually made an effort to listen to my rants, too. I’m so thankful to have somebody that will actually listen to me go on and on about my family and pets and life in general, because most people really aren’t interested! So, like I said, I’m gonna try and stop being so awful towards my grandparents. Because what did they ever do to deserve THAT?