When I met V, along with 2 human kids, came 3 cats and a Guinea Pig named Sam. Now I was not a rodent person. I never really got along well with my brother’s Gerbil that squeaked on that silly wheel all night, or my boyfriends, Teddy Bear Hamster, who used to escape all the time and once bit me. (I did have a good time with a bunch of white mice in 5th grade but that is another story.) So, adding a strange smelly nervous thing like this to my pack was unfamiliar. Over the 4 wonderful years that Sam was around, I grew to really enjoy the squealing when he saw me and the little nibbles of affection.. Sam was a very quiet and obedient pig. He was very happy in his cage, and when he came out in the evening, we placed him in a plastic tub (think clean litter pan), and he would stay there and have his lettuce and parsley. He stuck his nose over the edge occasionally and sniffed a cat, but never tried to get out of the tub (that is him in the picture with Zachary in 1999). He was a sweet pig. I figured we knew everything about Guinea Pigs after having him. Well, was I naive. To be continued…..
Just another DogDaz morning at the zoo ❤