tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799438278337342869.post1593262505955128042..comments2023-06-25T05:49:00.672-07:00Comments on Haddock and Dill: January 5, 1963 The Golf Clubs, The Ice Skates, The Berries and The Smoking, Stinking MiceUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799438278337342869.post-70638382341264415212014-06-15T13:52:05.781-07:002014-06-15T13:52:05.781-07:00That's so neat that you had mice for pets and ...That's so neat that you had mice for pets and that your own daughter had a rat. Mom really didn't like any rodents, but like most kids, Bob and I loved any animal. I never minded handling and feeding the white rats in the lab in grad. school and some students would agree that they were really affectionate. I don't mind them now just so I know where they are. No surprises please. Thanks for sharing your story!Ann B. Kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16263483730433027795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799438278337342869.post-4200229562852694212014-06-15T13:11:04.383-07:002014-06-15T13:11:04.383-07:00Hi Ann I can remember my sister and I having vario...Hi Ann I can remember my sister and I having various mouse families when we were kids. In more recent times my daughter had a rat. Affectionate little thing but it always bothered me when she would let it walk across her shoulders and through her hair. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02758926343154376267noreply@blogger.com