I’d even be willing to settle for a Wallaby


imageI generally only watch nature shows on television when I want to appear as though I’m educating myself about something important, like the plight of the prematurely balding Rogainian monkey, when in fact I’m actually planning to do an independent study of the REM sleeping pattern on our couch.

However, while watching a documentary about the Kangaroo Sanctuary in Alice Springs, Australia, I discovered something I never knew:

I want my own kangaroo.

As I watched three babies snuggle together in a blanket and play with each other’s big floppy ears, I inadvertently let out a sound that my wife mistakenly thought was a joyful whimper.

“Was that you?” she asked from the dining room.

“What? No WAY! Ha Ha! It was the kangaroo babies.”

“It sounded like it came from the couch.”

“Must be the Surround Sound,” I said. 

Don’t get me wrong. I love our two dogs. And we have a cat. But you can’t have fun boxing with your dog or keep snacks in its handy built-in pouch. And kangaroos even burry their own poop! Sure, our cat will do that, but it’s usually in one of my shoes.

The more I watched Chris Barnes, a.k.a. “Kangaroo Dundee,” spend time with the kangaroos in his sanctuary, the more I thought to myself:

That could be me.

I wonder if kangaroos like breath mints?

Of course, I’d first have to justify having a kangaroo in our home. This would mean convincing my wife of the benefits. It doesn’t matter what our teenagers think because, in a few years, they’ll be gone, leaving their mother and I to nurture our loving, unmoody kangaroo baby. In fact, I’m going to list that as benefit number one! Having a kangaroo will fill the void left behind by our children. Sure, this won’t include filling the void of dirty dishes left in the sink, wet towels on the floor and no food in the refrigerator, but thanks to the love of our kangaroo baby we’ll adjust.

Another benefit is that kangaroos are very protective of family. While it’s true that dogs are just as protective, there’s no comparing it to the threat posed by a 6-foot-tall kangaroo boxing your face and then rabbit-kicking a would-be burglar through a window.

Kangaroos are also very quiet. They don’t bark when they’re mad or whine when they want something. Come to think of it, that’s another void our kangaroo won’t be able to fill once our teenagers leave home. Still, I’m going to list it as a benefit since it means our home won’t sound like a den of wild hyenas every time someone delivers a pizza.

Another benefit of having a kangaroo is that they aren’t very good at climbing stairs. Given that our bedroom is on the second floor, we’ll never have an intimate moment ruined because our kangaroo is staring at us from the foot of the bed, licking itself or barking to get in. It also means I won’t get squeezed out of bed in the middle of the night because, at some point, our kangaroo has wedged himself between me and the headboard.

Without question, the biggest obstacle in convincing my wife to get a kangaroo will be how big it could get. Though it takes a few years before they reach adulthood, once they do, it can be like living with another full-sized person. With a four-foot tail.

If he gets this big, I’m canceling our gym membership.

This has already got me thinking about an alternative; something kangaroo-like that my wife would be willing to compromise on. As it turns out, wallabies are members of the kangaroo family and much smaller. Naturally, the smaller size would mean little “Wally’s” pouches won’t be able to hold as many of my favorite snack foods. Plus, he probably won’t be able to fend off an intruder more than three feet tall. But he’ll be a “starter” kangaroo while I lay the groundwork for a full-sized kangaroo later.

I plan to talk with my wife about it tonight, right after I show her this wallaby photo…


*joyful whimper*

That wasn’t me!

I really need to turn down that Surround Sound…





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I was a journalist, humor columnist, writer and editor at Siuslaw News for 23 years. The next chapter in my own writer’s journey is helping other writers prepare their manuscript for the road ahead. I'm married to the perfect woman, have four great kids, and a tenuous grip on my sanity...

38 thoughts on “I’d even be willing to settle for a Wallaby”

  1. Hilarious as always! But I do agree, they’d make good security guards, scaring the shyte out of invaders, kicked right off the property, and hopefully no, doo doo left in your shoes. LOL 🙂


    Yes, that was me.

    Incidentally, my husband came downstairs for something and I started reciting helpful kangaroo facts to him. “Kangaroos bury their own poop!”


    “Also? Kangaroos are not good at stairs. So you’ll never wake up with a kangaroo in your bed!”

    “Wait… are you thinking of getting a KANGAROO? Because I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”

    My husband, you see, exists to stifle my dreams. I didn’t even get around to mentioning the wallaby, because he started banging on about how many animals are already in the house and I had to tune him out.

  3. Ned…what the actual F#%[! Are you doing in my head. Seriously, ask the time stamp on my email will not lie. I sent an email to Shawna that started with I want a Wallabe. Ask her. Drop this in Linkyourlife and tag us. I need a Wallabe or Koala. Awesome

    1. Van! Great to see you here. Ned is one of the funniest writers on the web and he has also been voted best blogger and sexiest blogger (for those of the other gender). You will truly enjoy his writing.

  4. I have a friend who lives in Australia. There are several kangaroos who live in her front yard and near her house. She has taken tons of videos of them!! I am going to try to go see her next year! 😀

  5. Whenever I am having ” one of those days”, you know where I want to kick someone in to a lake…I hop over to your blog, so I can laugh.
    I always leave with a ” joyful whimper”….
    Thank you.

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