Guinea pigs! Guinea pigs!
Sorry, I’m just VERY EXCITED! Harry, my 8-year-old, decided about a month ago that he’d like a pet. We were thinking of a hamster, but were soon advised that guinea pigs were better first pets and, since we’ve never had a pet at all (apart from a goldfish that didn’t last very long at all) (it wasn’t our fault, she was poisoned by the weed the pet shop sold us) (RIP, Dorothy), we thought we’d start there.
I wasn’t too keen on the idea really. I worried that Harry would lose interest and I’d end up looking after them. I worried about what we’d do with them when we go on holiday. But then we went to have a look and Harry fell madly in love with a white guinea pig with a brown patch over one eye and I fell in love with a brown and black one with tufty hair (that I’ve since learned is called “rosettes”) and we just couldn’t resist.
Their cage is next to my desk and, honestly, they’re horribly distracting. Right now they’re running around, squeaking, and being extremely cute. We’ve bought them lots of toys, keep getting them out for cuddles, and last night my husband and I were watching them as they ran to each other and nuzzled their noses and we both went “Awwwww…”
My point is that we’ve all become total guinea pig saps. But look! They’re SO CUTE!