One day while I was looking around my old, child hood hangout, a pet store I came across a garble for one dollar and ninety-nine cents. We already had one that belonged to my older daughter Emma and I thought that our younger daughter Jordan would maybe be old enough to care for a pet now and I bought him.
They put him in a box and the box in a paper bag and as I came home, I handed the bag to Jordan. She had a curious look on her face and I said that this was hers and that she had done a good job bringing her grades up. When she looked in the bag, she squealed that high-pitched little girl squeals that cracks your eardrums but you love to hear she started to jump around and ran to the cage where jitterbug (our other garble) was to make them make friends. Well Jitterbug having been the queen of the wheel for many months now was in no mood for this intruder to be in her very elaborate cage with all the tunnels and toys. I am sure Johnny (at that time) must have senses these feelings because he started to squeal and squeak and they wrestled some and then Jordan decided they needed to have separate cages. She also from that point on started calling him Johnny Squeakers.
Since the first day of Johnny Squeakers homecoming he has given my daughters many delighted little girl squeals, giggles and perhaps made a few of his own. He has since made friends with Jitterbug and they can be in the same cage now. Jordan prefers he have his own cage as he is her pet not Emma's and he has to be taken care of by her. He still squeaks if you touch him on the back, but he crawls all over Jordan making her giggle with glee and feel ever so grown up.
What a wonderful investment this little creature was for our family and my daughter.
