So did we. Dang those monkeys stank. I mean, what were we thinking?
Actually my sister taught the little bugger to wash his face. 8>) My dad & I built a big cage with a tiled floor that was so heavy and gangly that I could barely maneuver it out of the basement & up the stairs to wash out bottom of the cage with a hose. I could also let him out the back door and he would play & when he was ready to come back in he would knock on the door. 8>) BTW, the girls loved him, LOL.