We went to the pet store today to buy a guinea pig. The kids have been pestering me for months about getting another pet and after limited much research, I decided that a guinea pig was the way to go. They’re fuzzy and cuddly like a puppy, but low maintenance and patient with young children. They’re not moody like cats, and they’re CUTE- just look at that face! They would be the perfect pet. I even contemplated getting a pair, one for each of the older kids.
We were first in line as the PetSmart opened at nine o’clock and marched straight to the small animal cages. But, instantly, looking at the cages filled with a hundred little creatures, all I could see was a rat.
They were rodents, Jeff was right. I’m not sure why it didn’t dawn on me looking at the photos online, but seeing them in person wasn’t nearly as warm as cozy as I’d hoped. The gum popping teenage employee handed me one, and as I held the screeching, black and white spotted pig, I realized that there was no way in hell we’d be bringing one home. The sharp claws clung to my dress and it left a scattering of hair across my chest.
I booked it to the fish tanks. The kids were pretty easy to convince, and they’ve been fascinated with their new pals all day.
We’ll see how long the three of them last. Given that they’ve all ended up flapping around on the floor, not once but twice on their first day home with us, I’m not too hopeful for a long life.
In fact, I’m banking on it.