My entire life (up until the age of oh...25) I wanted a monkey for a pet. (ok...truthfully, there were a few years there when I really wanted a unicorn.)
I really, really, really wanted one. My husband however, did not have the same fondness for monkeys that I did. After In fact, he informed me that we could never have a pet monkey.
I thought that I had a few good key arguments, you know, monkeys are super smart, they can be absolutely hilarious, and besides, Ross on 'Friends' had a monkey (which was truthfully my key argument.) But it really didn't matter, he said that it wasn't even up for discussion, monkeys throw poop and are filthy. It turns out that he was right.
So, in my endeavour to find an equally cool pet, I've decided I'd like a baby wombat.
See, isn't it just the cutest thing.
But this time, before I tell my husband, I've decided I'll do a little research on it myself.
then I decided perhaps I should look up what they look like when they aren't so small...
Turns out...they get rather large....and somewhat cranky.
So as far as my new pet goes, I guess its back to the drawing board....
P.S. Ross' monkey was named Marcel....I know you were wondering.