When Caramel died this spring, Steven took pity on his crying wife--who got hit with her FAVORITE van having a major problem and having to buy a new car, finding out he was going to Iraq and then the piggy dying--and took her to Petco and bought her not one...but two ADORABLE teeny little guinea pigs. Seriously--you could hold both of them in your hand together and just have a big dustball. Now...zillions of carrots and food bowls and all-you-can-eat-dinner-buffets in the back yard later...I have HUGE piggies. Flower (yep that's his name--watch Bambi and you will understand) is the biggest. He is the black one that looks like my own little pet skunk. So of course my little calico piggy is called Bambi--since Flower needed a sidekick. Luckily I couldn't afford 3 piggies or we probably would have had Thumper too!
Kimmy has made it her own personal mission to get the piggies out to play more. We bought them a GIANT purple hamster ball--but all they do is rock back and forth in it--they don't actually move anywhere and I am worried we are going to have sea-sick piggies after very long. This week she got down on the floor with them--up close and personal! What a funny girl! The piggies kept trying to get away and climb back in their cage--so finally she "caged" them herself in her arms. I kept hearing "no...that is not to chew on...don't eat my hair/finger/shirt/etc." I am not sure the piggies enjoyed their "recess" but I thought it made for good pictures! *smile*
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