
This morning’s alarm clock goes by the name of Sam. He was squeaking, not sure what spooked him, but I can’t really hold it against him because of the way he stops squeaking as soon as I pick him up. He instantly calms down and becomes happier. That’s worth being woken up early for.

Tail injury
Scott lost part of his tail at some point before we got him, he’s got a shorter, stubbier tail than usual and the tip isn’t covered with fur. It isn’t usually a problem; we unfortunately had to confiscate his plastic wheel they usually have access to when they’re out for a run (they have huge metal wheels in their cage) because the wheel had ridges and his tail was being rubbed raw as he ran. Apparently he loved that wheel too much to be bothered by it.
Scott’s tail tip sometimes cracks and bleeds a bit because it’s not protected by any fur. The vet suggested that I try some Vaseline on it and assured me that even if he licks it off it’s perfectly safe for him.
After putting Vaseline on Scott’s tail tip daily for the last week it’s no longer cracked and looks much better.

Sam says hi
It was going to be a cute photo of all four little guys lined up, but they had other ideas.
In celebration of reaching 50 followers the degus will receive a treat for every note this post gets (treats will not all be given at once).

Beetroot is definitely their favourite fresh food.
I was weighing the degus and Sam just ran off with my pen! I can’t reach it where he carried it off to…

Sam





