<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:45:57.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers' Play House</title><subtitle type='html'>We all know about those pesky sewer rats that eat through piles of garbage that we all seem to be afraid of.  But not all rats are like that.  Sometimes, a rat can be a girl's best friend.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498.post-113053775635963412</id><published>2005-11-18T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:53:09.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Discoveries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;During that same vet visit, we discovered other problems with Snickers. To me, it looked like her scar from the surgery was infected, but it was not even the scar I saw. Instead, the vet explained that what we saw was an abscess. She must have gotten her skin caught on something that tugged at her skin causing a tear in it. It was not infected and the vet said it should go away on its own, but if it got worse to come back to see her. Sure enough, it did go away in about a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:Y3qqCkm4ZCYJ:baby_z_fantasy.tripod.com/fatrat.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:Y3qqCkm4ZCYJ:baby_z_fantasy.tripod.com/fatrat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snickers' estrogen bump seemed to be growing back, but it was not. The vet told me it was love handles because Snickers was overweight. However, Snickers only had a love handle on her left side. At that time, Snickers weighed 2 lbs, which for rats is heavy. They should only weigh about 1 lb, so the vet put her on a diet. I never knew this before, but premixed rat foods are one of the worst, full-fat things you can feed a rat. I was completely shocked. I also found out that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rmca.org/Articles/corn.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;dried corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; in rat foods is extremely unhealthy as well since mold can grow in it. Therefore, her new diet consisted of healthful foods, limiting her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rattyrat.com/guidebook/treats.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;treat intake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;to two a day, and filling her dish with less full. There are many different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rmca.org/Articles/ratmix.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"rat mixes" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;you can make your rat that can include all of necessary dietary requirements for them. I also could not feed her during the day anymore since that was when rats should sleep and not eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catoctinkettlekorn.com/images/trail-mix-fruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.catoctinkettlekorn.com/images/trail-mix-fruit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only rat food her diet consisted of was some treats and gray fortified pet blocks, which are full of nutrition for your rat. Since the vet said that healthy foods for us are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rmca.org/Articles/homemadediet.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;healthy foods for rats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;, I decided to feed her Cheerios and oatmeal as the base of her food. Snickers loved to chew on uncooked pasta, frozen pre-cooked chicken, bread, bagels, and crackers. I was very happy Snickers was living her new diet because I was afraid she would not eat it. However, she never used to eat the fortified pet blocks and she still did not. The vet said that as long as she is eating other things, it is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more rat mix recipes you can look at the following articles: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rmca.org/Articles/recipes1.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rat Recipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rmca.org/Articles/recipes2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;More Rat Recipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16158498-113053775635963412?l=snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113053775635963412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16158498&amp;postID=113053775635963412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/113053775635963412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/113053775635963412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-discoveries.html' title='More Discoveries'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498.post-113053458796165705</id><published>2005-11-12T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T19:34:41.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vet Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;As I started explaining in the last post, I took Snickers to the vet after choking on her treat. The vet said it was uncommon, but possible and that Snickers should be fine. On the other hand, Snickers had other problems I discovered that day. The vet pointed out these scratches all over Snickers and asked if she was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ratfanclub.org/skin.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;scratching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt; herself more than usual, which she was. The vet put a piece of tape on Snickers' skin and looked at it under the microscope to see if there was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rmca.org/Articles/bugs.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;parasite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; on her and sure enough, there was. Snickers had mites. The vet even let me look under the microscope at them. They were disgusting because you were able to see all of its legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/1600/mite_in_bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/200/mite_in_bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, the vet explained the mites she had do not attack humans, so there was no need to worry about my family getting them, but we did need to treat her to get rid of the mites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rmca.org/Articles/mites.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Mites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;can come from bedding, food and from other animals. Since I had just opened up a new bag of bedding, the vet suggested I throw it out since it was likely the cause. For treatment, I needed to clean out her entire cage and bleach her toys to kill any mites on them and then soaked the cage with this mite medicine the vet gave me. Snickers needed to sleep on paper towels as bedding for the next two months and had to get the same medicine orally once every two weeks for two months as well. I needed to clean her cage and spray it with the mite medicine every five days to kill any remaining mites. The medicine worked because she is now mite free and her scratches are all gone. Snickers' skin also looks a lot shinier and healthier than while she had mites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;We discovered more medical problems with Snickers that day, but before I continue about that, I would like to talk about some other skin problems rats can have such cuts on their skin, dry skin, and skin infections. Just as humans can have lice, rats can also have lice or other small insects on them such as fleas and mites, which cause excess scratching and scrapes all over the body. These parasites are extremely uncomfortable to the rat, and, in most cases, you can get rid of them with treatment from a pet store or a vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/1600/PB260082.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/200/PB260082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my rats have suffered from skin problems: Lilo had the scrapes on her from lack of airflow in her cage, Snickers had mites on her, which caused some dry skin, and Oreo had a flaking tail problem. Let me briefly describe Oreo's skin problem. For some reason Oreo's tail would never look clean even after giving her a bath. It would have a "dark grey" color to it and even flaked sometimes. So when I took her to the vet, I asked about it. The vet was not sure what it was, but she was able to peel the discolorations off her tail without causing Oreo to bleed. She looked at it under the microscope and said it was nothing to worry about and that it should go away on its on. It was just weird that Oreo had this discoloration on her tail and Snickers' tail was as clean as can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;More to come about Snickers' vet visit in the next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16158498-113053458796165705?l=snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113053458796165705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16158498&amp;postID=113053458796165705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/113053458796165705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/113053458796165705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/2005/11/vet-visit.html' title='Vet Visit'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498.post-113053453078496841</id><published>2005-11-05T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T19:25:39.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choking in Rats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/1600/rat%20with%20violin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/320/rat%20with%20violin.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think the main reason people use rats for testing is because they cannot throw up, but, because of this, rats can be picky eaters. If you want to know more about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ratbehavior.org/vomit.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;why rats cannot vomit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; please refer to the link, which offers a thorough explanation. Rats typically spend some time to smell and then taste a little of an unfamiliar food before proceeding to gobble it down to make sure that it is safe to eat. Scientists, therefore, typically inject the rats with the product. They use rats for testing new medicines and products because once the product is in the rat it cannot come out immediately because the only way out is when the rat goes to the bathroom and the product has to go through the rats system before excretion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Throwing up is actually a bad thing in rats because even though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rmca.org/Articles/choking.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;choking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; is uncommon, rats still can. Over the summer one morning, I gave Snickers one of her favorite yogurt treats and noticed something was not right. She was jerking her head back and forth as if she was going to throw up, but of course, she cannot. I also noticed this yellowish thick liquid coming out of her mouth, which I assumed to be the coating on the yogurt treat being dissolved. Evidently, the treat was stuck in her throat and she was attempting to get it out. I had no idea what to do, so I just watched her to make sure she was still breathing. After about five minutes, she managed to stop choking. This had scared me so much that I called the vet to bring her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/1600/peanut%20rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="68" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/320/peanut%20rocks.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The vet said there was nothing to worry about with regards to her choking, but she had other problems I was unaware of we discovered that I will discuss in the next post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wererat.net/rathelp/choking.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;choking cases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, as long as the rat can breathe, you should let the rat try to get rid of the obstruction on its own. If the rat seems as if it cannot breathe, then you need to get rid of the obstruction yourself by trying the Heimlich maneuver or reaching into the rat's mouth to clear it. Either way, you should keep an eye on your rat afterwards to make sure he or she is alright.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16158498-113053453078496841?l=snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113053453078496841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16158498&amp;postID=113053453078496841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/113053453078496841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/113053453078496841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/2005/11/choking-in-rats.html' title='Choking in Rats'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498.post-113069913777718871</id><published>2005-10-30T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T19:28:25.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/1600/PA310377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/320/PA310377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On Saturday October 29, Snickers passed away. I was not home taking care of her so I had no idea something was wrong. Apparently, she was not eating her favorite foods and would mope around. Finally, my dad took her to the vet last Wednesday who noticed Snickers was very weak and limping around. She was extremely dehydrated from not eating and drinking much and from her diarrhea. This was a sign that she was sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The vet said that Snickers' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.madasafish.com/~cj_whitehound/Rats_Nest/Norway_Rats/HealthTips/dental.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; were too long which caused problems eating, which is why she was only eat soft foods she could smush into her mouth such as melon. They had to sedate her so they could trim her teeth back and forced some food in her so she could start to gain her strength back. Snickers was always a heavy rat, but she lost way too much weight from not eating so the vet decided to give her full fat dog food to bulk her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to stay overnight on Wednesday for observation and on Thursday when my dad picked her up she seemed to be doing all right. She was nibbling on the vet's fingers and was eating and drinking. Snickers was able to move around somewhat more than the night before and seemed to be on the road to recovery. I came home on Thursday so I could take care of her and could not believe how bad she looked. She could barely walk on her legs and she kept falling over to her side, but I was happy that she was chomping away at the dog food. Snickers seemed to be doing all right, because she was eating but she still was not drinking that much and was not going number two at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, she was still eating and even made some raisons, which seemed like a good sign because she did not have diarrhea anymore. She was able to pick her head up a little and walk around her cage somewhat. When I came home later that day, though, things changed. She stopped eating, would not drink, and could not hold her head up. She looked much worse than before. I tried to force-feed her, but Snickers would not open her mouth and had no strength in her back legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.online.no/~jorunhoo/article5.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Things did not look good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the middle of the night, I heard her making these whining noises and breathing very heavy and I knew something was not right. You can tell sometimes when something is wrong with rats from their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/~GreeneyeGraphics/bodlang.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;body language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; or even when they like something. She stopped the noises when I pet her, so at least I know I comforted her a little. Then, in the morning, she passed away. The vet told me that maybe she knew she was dying and wanted to pass away in the familiar surroundings of her home than in the vet’s office and around the people she loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad to see her go because she was my longest living rat of almost two years and her birthday is later in the week. At least she is not suffering anymore and now she is with Oreo again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16158498-113069913777718871?l=snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113069913777718871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16158498&amp;postID=113069913777718871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/113069913777718871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/113069913777718871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Time To Say Goodbye'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498.post-113011874561167441</id><published>2005-10-23T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T19:23:02.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers' Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;In answer to Donna's question, rats have many problems similar to us. They can have serious problems like those that we do such as cancer and not so serious problems such as the common cold. Just like humans, rats can develop all sorts of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rmca.org/Articles/tumors.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;tumors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;, from brain tumors to mammary tumors. Some are benign and others are malignant. In most cases, veterinarians recommend removing the tumor through surgery because even though in most cases the tumors are non-cancerous, they are extremely uncomfortable to the rat and can hinder their ability to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/1600/PB270087.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/320/PB270087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last year Snickers had excess estrogen, which caused her to get a tumor on her side. Before this, I never thought I needed to take her to the vet, but upon discovering this, I decided it was about time. The vet suggested removing the tumor, so they removed the tumor and stitched her up. I was not allowed to keep Oreo and Snickers in the same cage for about a month, so Snickers stayed in the fish tank while Oreo was in the wired cage. Snickers could not sleep on wood chips because we did not want them to get into her incision and infect it. Therefore, she slept on ripped paper towels and I had to make sure nothing sharp was in her cage that could harm the incision. All seemed all right except that Snickers was uncomfortable and unhappy that she could not be in the same cage as Oreo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after her surgery, I came home from work and my mom told me I had to pick Snickers up from the vet. I was flipping out because I did not know anything was wrong. Apparently, Snickers decided it was a good idea to rip the stitches out, which caused her incision to open and bleed everywhere. My mom said that if she had not taken her to the vet, she most likely would have bled to death. I am just happy that my mom had the courage to take her there because my mom will not go near my rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time, the vet stapled her incision closed in hopes Snickers could not rip them out. Then, in two weeks, the staples would come out. About three days before they were supposed to come out, I noticed that two were missing. Therefore, I cleaned the cage out, but could not find them anywhere. The only thing I could think of is that she swallowed it, which could not be that pleasant. However, she was eating normally so things seemed fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was watching television and noticed that the staples were starting to loosen and one caught onto my clothes. Even though the staples were not supposed to come out for a few more days, I decided they needed to. Therefore, my mom called the vet asking if I could take her in. At the same time, Snickers had an itch by her incision and went to scratch it with her teeth and her mouth caught onto one of the staples. I was afraid she would try to break away and rip her skin even more. Luckily, she let me help her get her mouth free and we were off to the vet. She caught herself onto the staples again at the vet, but eventually they removed all the staples and she was a happy little rat again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Just as humans have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ratfanclub.org/surgery.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and complications, rats can too. So with any kind of surgery, make sure you look at all the risks before going ahead with it. It is also important to get a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rmca.org/Resources/vets.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;qualified vet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt; because not all vets are certified to treat rats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16158498-113011874561167441?l=snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113011874561167441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16158498&amp;postID=113011874561167441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/113011874561167441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/113011874561167441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/snickers-surgery.html' title='Snickers&apos; Surgery'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498.post-112931156360595992</id><published>2005-10-18T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:59:38.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Palace Problems</title><content type='html'>I religiously took Lilo out of his cage at least once a day. Therefore, when I took him out of the cage one day and noticed these scratches all over him, I knew something was wrong since I did not see them the previous day. The scratches might have been because he was scratching himself too often, but his nails were not that sharp. I had absolutely no idea what caused something this. I decided to take him to the pet store to show the specialist there and they told me it was a skin condition caused by lack of air flowing across his skin. There was lack of air flowing into his cage because he lived in a fish tank with all glass sides. The only way air could flow in was through the vented top of the tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, they gave me this medicine to give Lilo and told me to either get him a wired cage or keep him out of the cage as often as possible. The medicine they gave me was actually a medicine for cats but they said it would help rats as well, and it did. I had to give him the liquid medicine orally everyday, so I decided to put some on his favorite treats, and, surprisingly, he loved the taste of it. I do not know what I would have done if he did not like it. Thus, giving Lilo the medicine was no problem. Now, the next item to do was figure out what to do about his cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petco.com/Assets/product_images/9/9161100335B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.petco.com/Assets/product_images/9/9161100335B.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he was already a year old and used to his present cage, I decide against a new cage because I did not want to scare him with new surroundings. Instead, I bought him the small animal high-rise pictured to the left. It attaches to the top of a ten-gallon fish tank to form a three level palace for your rat. This allows greater circulation of air through the tank while he is on the upper levels. However, both Lilo and I did not like this cage one bit. Lilo was scared to go onto the upper levels of the cage preferring to stay in the fish tank itself because he was used to those surroundings. Since he stayed down there almost all the time, it was extremely hard for me to get him out of the cage without taking the entire high-rise off the cage. I even tried putting his food dish on the second level, but he still refused to go there. Therefore, after about a week, I decided that it was best for both of us to return the high-rise and just stick with his original cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just because Lilo and I did not like the cage does not mean that all rats will dislike it. I think the main reason he did not like it is because it was too new to him. Therefore, I think it is important to introduce your rat to its cage surroundings at an early age so something like this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;does not happen to you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16158498-112931156360595992?l=snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112931156360595992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16158498&amp;postID=112931156360595992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112931156360595992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112931156360595992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/palace-problems.html' title='Palace Problems'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498.post-112890802589875846</id><published>2005-10-12T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T19:54:30.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with the Nocturnal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/1600/P6080003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/200/P6080003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I feel for you Patrick about your brother’s hamster keeping your family awake at night. The same thing happened to me with my gerbils, hamster, and all my rats. I had two gerbils when I was younger, Taz and Frisky, who I kept in my room. Most of the time they did not keep me awake at night, but there were times when I would have to put them in another room so I could get some sleep. Then when I got my hamster, Furball, I originally kept her in my room. When I realized I would not sleep with her there, I moved her into the TV room which is between my parents’ and my brother’s bedrooms. Here, she did not keep me awake at night as much, but now the rest of my family could hear her at night. With Lilo, Oreo, and Snickers, I knew I could not sleep with them in my room so I kept them in the TV room as well. There are nights when you could barely hear them and nights when they constantly make noise. This was just a sacrifice we had to make in order to keep my rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Another area you spoke about was having a pet that was not toilet trained. Just as parent toilet trains a child;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we can toilet train rats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have to admit, though, that I have been unsuccessful in this with all my rats. Just like Patrick’s iguana, Lilo would go to the bathroom everywhere. I would normally keep him out of the cage for a while, so I guess if he had to go, he just went wherever he was at the time. It was not so bad when he pooped (called raisons) places because you can easily pick that up. However, when he peed, it stained the couch and was just gross. The couch where he always went, my parents already told me I could take it when I eventually get my own place. I guess this is their way of getting rid of it. When a rat is scared or does not like something, its normal reaction is to go to the bathroom. So if your rat is in new surroundings or you are giving it a bath, they tend to go to the bathroom a lot. This is true of my pets. None of my rats likes getting a bath and Snickers is the worst at this. She constantly poops in the bathtub and tried to jump out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if you do get a rat, it is possible to train them to go to the bathroom just in their cage or even in a corner in the cage. To do this, though, you need to start when they are young and use two different kinds of bedding so they can distinguish between which one they go on and which one they sleep on. In the corner where they normally go, put the different kind of bedding there in a small shallow container, and place all litter in the cage in that corner. It is important that there is no litter in the rest of the cage so they can tell the bathroom area away from the living area. Show your rats this area and if they go somewhere else, place the litter in that corner and make sure they see this. If they go in the litter area, make sure you praise them and give them a treat. When you take them out of the cage make sure their litter area is easily accessible for them so they can use it if they need to. With this positive reinforcement, they should get the idea. This may work better for raisons than for pee. I may have been unsuccessful in this, but I have heard success stories in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is anything in particular you would like me to talk about, do not hesitate to let me know. You can either comment on any of the posts or use the message board on the sidebar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16158498-112890802589875846?l=snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112890802589875846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16158498&amp;postID=112890802589875846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112890802589875846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112890802589875846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/living-with-nocturnal.html' title='Living with the Nocturnal'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498.post-112854882484458315</id><published>2005-10-07T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:48:24.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did She Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanted to take the time to respond to some comments I recieved. If I do not get to all of your questions in this post, I apologize, but I did not want to make the post too long. So, I will make sure to get to them in upcoming posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Patrick, loosing small pets in the house is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAJOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;concern of mine. I actually lost Oreo a few days after I got her. I was used to only having to watch one rat out of the cage (Lilo), so when I got two it was a challenge. Lilo was very calm and would just stay put, but the new rats were not. Oreo and Snickers were a few weeks old, very active, and running everywhere. I was holding Snickers while my dad was holding Oreo. We put them down on the couch where I would always watch TV with Lilo, and, I guess, my dad turned his head away from Oreo because she was not there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/1600/PB280092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/320/PB280092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had no idea what happened. I quickly put Snickers in the cage, locked it, and started looking for Oreo. I could hear her, but I could not see her anywhere. Little did we know, there was a small opening in the arm of the couch that Oreo was tiny enough to squeeze into and she did successfully. (This picture to the right was taken the day before we lost her on the same couch we lost her in, and right behind her is the tiny opening on the couch that let her get inside of it.)The only problem was that she could not get out by herself. I was able to see and feel her in the arm of the couch but the opening was too small for my hand to fit to get her out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to show her how to get out, but she just kept going back inside it. I knew she was scared because it was dark inside that couch and she kept running back and forth inside the arm of it. Then, I did not hear her anymore in the arm of the couch. Apparently, an opening leads to the main part of the couch, so now she was underneath the seat cushions. So now, being in the bottom of the couch, I could not see her at all. Luckily, my brother had an idea to break off the staples that connected the bottom of the couch to the body of it. We had to lift the couch up on one end to try to rip some of the staples out while trying not to injure her. Finally, I was able to see her again, but she was so scared that she would not come to me. We even tried luring her with food. We wound up ripping more stables out so my arm can reach inside to get her out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, she was safe, but filthy. The inside of the couch was all dusty and she kept going to the bathroom in there because she was scared. So, not only did she get her very first bath that day, but the couch got a good cleaning as well. This just shows that you need to be very careful with young rats because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they can find ways to squeeze into even the tiniest opening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16158498-112854882484458315?l=snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112854882484458315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16158498&amp;postID=112854882484458315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112854882484458315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112854882484458315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/where-did-she-go.html' title='Where Did She Go?'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498.post-112827062735198549</id><published>2005-10-02T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:50:23.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rat's Palace</title><content type='html'>The proper cage is an important aspect to your rat’s health. The cage should be at least 14" X 24" X 12" for a single rat and larger depending on how many rats you have. However, more than four rats in a cage for extended periods are bad because they can fight causing injury to one another. To figure out what size cage you need for multiple rats, it is best to ask a veterinarian or someone in a pet store. After you establish the size cage you need, the next step is to decide what kind of cage to get, either a wired cage or a fish tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petsmart.com/media/ps/images/products/detail/standard/i/inp0/inP037130_14773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.petsmart.com/media/ps/images/products/detail/standard/i/inp0/inP037130_14773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got Oreo and Snickers, the salesperson told me to keep them in a ten-gallon fish tank until they got a little bigger. He suggested this because rats are very good at squeezing into tight spaces especially when they are young. Since I got them when they were about three weeks old, I wanted to be safe and not take a chance of them squeezing through the bars of a wire cage and escaping into the house. Then, when they were about two months old, I bought the cage to the left from the pet store, which has two levels and plenty of room for them to run around and play. This cage is 24.5"L x 12.5"W x 14.5"H, was easy to put together and easy to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilo, on the other hand, always lived in a ten-gallon fish tank and he was happy there. My mom was happy too because there was less mess on the floor since he could not throw his stuff out of the cage onto his surroundings. This cage did not give him as much room to run around as the wired cage Oreo and Snickers had though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both cages have their advantages and disadvantages as well. A wired cage is better than a fish tank to house your rats because air can flow through the bars. A fish tank does not let air flow through, which in turn can affect your rat’s health because lack of air flow causes faster buildup of ammonia in the cage. An enclosed fish tank keeps your pet’s mess and smells inside the cage, while a rat can push his mess onto the floor through the bars on a wired cage. A wired cage also allows them to smell things outside of their cage better and interact with you more. However, you can smell your rat more too if you do not clean the cage and him properly (I will talk about cleaning care in a future post). Rats can also climb the sides of a wired cage, but not the sides of a glass fish tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which ever cage you decide to get, just remember, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have to clean it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16158498-112827062735198549?l=snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112827062735198549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16158498&amp;postID=112827062735198549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112827062735198549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112827062735198549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/rats-palace.html' title='A Rat&apos;s Palace'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498.post-112741546841647822</id><published>2005-09-27T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T16:37:42.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Differences</title><content type='html'>Just as there are differences between male and female humans, there are differences between male and female rats. This is important to know because if you plan to get more than one and do not want them to breed, you need to make sure you get two of the same sex. It is recommended that you get them in pairs because they like each other’s company and tend to be happier than if they live alone. Rats can get lonely even with human attention if they do not have another rat to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.altpet.net/rodents/rats/images/malerat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.altpet.net/rodents/rats/images/malerat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most obvious difference is the male genitals. As you can see in the picture to the left, the male rat’s genitalia hang down rather low towards the top of his tail because they are so large. When a male rat is first born, however, you may not be able to determine its sex because the genitalia may not be present yet. After about a month or so, you should be able to tell if your rat is indeed a male or female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Males are typically larger and have more of an odor in comparison to females. Males have coarse, oily hair and tend to be more laid back than females, who tend to be more active. Males are less likely to get mammary tumors, while females are more likely to get them as they age. The picture below is of a female rat. As you see, the female rat in the picture is smaller than the male and does not have genitalia hanging down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.altpet.net/rodents/rats/images/femrat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.altpet.net/rodents/rats/images/femrat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These differences hold true for my rats. Lilo was a male who loved to cuddle and stay out of his cage for hours. He was always extremely affectionate with me. Oreo and Snickers, on the other hand, were both females. They were always more inclined to play amongst themselves than to stay out of the cage as Lilo did just sitting on my lap watching TV. Even now that Snickers lost her playmate Oreo, she is more inclined to play by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When choosing a pet rat, you should keep in mind gender differences so you can choose pets that &lt;em&gt;best fit&lt;/em&gt; your personality and lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16158498-112741546841647822?l=snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112741546841647822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16158498&amp;postID=112741546841647822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112741546841647822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112741546841647822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/gender-differences.html' title='Gender Differences'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498.post-112699754475102208</id><published>2005-09-21T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T11:06:20.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning the Hard Way</title><content type='html'>Life is definitely a learning experience and with Lilo, my first pet rat, was no exception. I learned many things from my experiences with him, learning experiences I was able to use to care for Oreo and Snickers. The first lesson about caring for pet rats I learned the hard way and wish someone would have told me about before I got Lilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilo was a happy little male rat who loved to sit on my lap and watch TV with me for hours. When I first got him, he seemed perfectly fine, but then he would always be sneezing and I had no idea why. When I went to the pet store and told the salesperson this, the first thing they asked is what kind of bedding I used in his cage. The salesperson that sold me Lilo did not tell me that some &lt;a href="http://www.petrat.ca/health.html#bedding"&gt;bedding&lt;/a&gt; is hazardous and toxic to small animals. I had thought all wood chips and beddings were the same, but I found out from the salesperson that day that cedar and pine shavings are hazardous to small animals and can cause respiratory problems in them. Because of the cedar shavings I used in Lilo’s cage, he developed respiratory problems causing him to sneeze an awful lot. If I had known that cedar wood chips were harmful to rats, I would never have used them in his cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/1600/carefresh%20bedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/200/carefresh%20bedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned from the salesperson that a safe alternative is aspen wood chips, which do not contain the phenols, the toxic component found in cedar and pine shavings. CareFresh is also another good choice and looks like shredded grey egg cartons and is extremely soft to the touch. There are also some other &lt;a href="http://www.aracnet.com/~seagull/faq/beddingfaq.html"&gt;safe bedding &lt;/a&gt;alternatives you can try, but CareFresh and aspen wood chips are the most commonly used ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used both aspen wood chips and CareFresh beddings in my pets’ cages. CareFresh is supposed to have odor control in it, while the wood chips do not. However, I did not notice a difference between the two beddings. I also did not notice a difference in how my rats liked them. To find out more about proper bedding for pet rats and other small animals you can search online on &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;amp;q=rat+bedding"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; or another search engine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16158498-112699754475102208?l=snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112699754475102208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16158498&amp;postID=112699754475102208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112699754475102208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112699754475102208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/learning-hard-way.html' title='Learning the Hard Way'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498.post-112638142861105497</id><published>2005-09-16T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T00:19:24.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The World of Rats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/1600/PB260078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/320/PB260078.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people think of rats they think of rats roaming the streets, eating scraps of food off the floor and creating mayhem.  People normally do not think that a rat can be a very affectionate pet, let alone be a pet at all.  What they do not know is that rats are intelligent animals that can be your best friend.  Just as a dog shares a strong bond with its owner, a rat does the same thing.  Rats recognize you when entering the room and love to play around not only with other rats, but people as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often misconceive rats as being “gross” because of their long tails and stories they hear about rats roaming the sewers, eating garbage out of dumpsters, and creating chaos and havoc.  However, there is a whole other side to rats, the pet rat.  A pet rat is breed to be a pet just as dogs and cats are breed to be house pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may also be turned off to rats because they are nocturnal which means they sleep during the day and stay up at night.  This can pose a problem for some.  When I was younger, I had a pet hamster, Furball, who I kept in my room.  However, she would keep me up every night from munching on her food, drinking water and playing with her wheel.  So if you do plan have having a nocturnal animal as a pet including rats, hamsters, gerbils or mice, your pet should probably be kept in a place where he or she will not keep you awake all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Snickers can keep me up at night sometimes while being in another room.  Through the walls, I can hear her munching on her food, drinking water and playing in her cage.  There is nothing I can really do about this because I am not about to take away those things from her.  My suggestion is that if you have a small animal as a pet, place him or her in a room that is far enough away from any bedrooms so the noises he or she makes at night from running around do not keep anyone in your household awake at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16158498-112638142861105497?l=snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112638142861105497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16158498&amp;postID=112638142861105497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112638142861105497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112638142861105497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/world-of-rats.html' title='The World of Rats'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498.post-112620598802432121</id><published>2005-09-12T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T16:35:17.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Before I start talking about my pets, I thought I would tell you a little about myself. I am currently a senior at the University of Delaware majoring in marketing and operations management with a minor in sociology and will be graduating next spring. This winter I am studying abroad in Australia with the university on their business administration study abroad program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I attend classes in Newark, Delaware for school, Snickers is in New Jersey with my parents since I am not allowed to her keep her in my room at school. Because of this, I do not get to see her often, except for when I come home for the weekends or while I am off from school. So when I am not there, my dad takes care of Snickers for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason I am writing this blog is because it is required for a class of mine. Everyone in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://buad477fall5.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;BUAD477&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;, information technology applications in marketing class, is required to create a blog on the theme of their choice. The theme must be something you are passionate about and can write a lot about every week for the rest of the semester. I am definitely passionate about my Snickers because she is my little baby and I love her. I know some of you may be thinking this is crazy because Snickers is a rat, but it is not. Just as a person can love their dog, cat, or bird, I love my rat. No matter what kind of animal you have for a pet, you can get very attached to it and love it dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16158498-112620598802432121?l=snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112620598802432121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16158498&amp;postID=112620598802432121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112620598802432121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112620598802432121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/class-project.html' title='Class Project'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16158498.post-112560393381559260</id><published>2005-09-05T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T16:32:26.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pet Rat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/1600/P81800301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1722/1516/320/P81800301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I do not understand is that more people have a problem with a pet rat than a pet gerbil or hamster. Rats are actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; friendly, docile, and affectionate to their owners than gerbils and hamsters. Yet it seems that gerbils and hamsters are more widely acceptable as pets than rats are. This just does not make sense to me now, but it used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back, I wanted a pet, either a pet hamster or gerbil. My parents would not let me get a dog because I was heading off to college soon, so I had to get a pet that stayed in a cage. No gerbils or hamsters at the pet store seemed to be friendly enough to me. Then the sales associate suggested I try a rat. “What? Is this guy insane?” I thought. The thought completely turned me off. However, when the sales associate took the little rat out of the cage and let me hold him, I changed my mind. Not only did I go home with a pet rat that day, but when my first rat, Lilo, moved on, I decided I wanted another one. This time I got two rats, Oreo and Snickers, so when I was not around my rats could still play and interact with each other. Unfortunately, Snickers is my only remaining rat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this blog is to show readers that a pet rat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just as great as a pet dog or cat. This blog will let you into the world of Snickers and everything she has been through, from losing her playmate to having surgery. I will also share stories from my other rats, Lilo and Oreo and what I have learned throughout the years about keeping your pet rat happy and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Periodically I will post links to various websites that I have found helpful in taking care of my rats either in posts or on the sidebar under "Rat Reference Links." The first website, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ratfanclub.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Rat Fan Club &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;,is a great reference page with basically everything you need to know about rats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16158498-112560393381559260?l=snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112560393381559260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16158498&amp;postID=112560393381559260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112560393381559260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16158498/posts/default/112560393381559260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snickersplayhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/pet-rat.html' title='A Pet Rat?'/><author><name>Jenna B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545737008294550817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/7932/320/P81705591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
