Mr. Moo Moo

     This story is my favourite part of life in UK. After a few months of started my new life to sattle down in Yorkshire. I felt homesick and lonely. My hb/bf can see that. He said "Why don't you get a small animal?" I actuall used to pet hamster. At that time, I worked a lot of night shift. It would be a good idea for me to have a pet to rescued my emotional rack.   

      After a team effort chat(included his dad). We decided to go to small pet centre in Leeds. An optional took me just over an hour. Which type of hamster suited me. How big of a case. What if outside-case activities involved, which ball is the best. He might need little house in his case(by this point, I picked my hamster). I thought that is it. I got a perfect stuffs that one little hamster need. But my hb/bf's dad didn't think so. He said"That case is small, don't have much tube to run. He need some treat for his tooth and bla bla bla". He liked to put money toward to get a bigger case and nibble treat. It ended up cost us £250 in the end. Well spent!  (don't tell your mum, he said to us)

       I have a hamster! Hooray. But no name. I was so excited. I don't want to give him name too normal. He is my first pet in UK. He should name what I was impressed when I first arrived here. Thank you to one of my friend at work to helped me out. We name him, Mr. Moo Moo. Despite the fact that a cow here is really fat and healthy and really big wowww.

       Mr. Moo Moo became my best friend. The amount of time that I shower him once a week, took him for a walk and visited my friends, told him how good and bad of my life at the time and etc. I can tell you now. He probably the cleanest hamster in the world! Not just that, I got my hb/bf came home with a different kind of hamster treat. Sometime, he cut fresh fruits and vegetables hidden around the case. One day, I came home from work. My hb/bf 's dad bought more tube. He said "He need more tube". Mr. Moo Moo got well spoiled. He was the lucky one 😆

                                                                                   

       Believe it or not. A stories about him was helped me to builded up my life skills in here. It make me realised how much my bf/hb's family and friends are all adore me. I'm not alone. I have a lot of help that always welcome to greet my needs. A carefulness relationship that I couldn't think I will have in here as a new friends and family. I was scared! But not anymore.
       As it is and still carry on with my new family and friends. Mr. Moo Moo unfortunately died 3 years ago.  The old aged of nearly 3 years old. He couldn't do any better, to be such a character. R.I.P. Mr. Moo Moo.

P.S. When he died, I rang at work that I couldn't go to work because of my hamster died. I hope manager who picked a phone up not taking the mick(he would). He actually asked me, how was I took it 2 days after I had off work (he probably can not wait to laugh after saw how upset I was when I walked away). Thought back. That's the most ridiculous way to ring work for excuse. (Slobby crying sound) "I can't work today, because Mr. Moo Moo just die 😭..... Well, this is my life in UK. So deal with me yeah lol