From this morning our little household has grown from four to six with the addition of two lovely baby guinea pigs. Many many years ago when I was still in primary school I wanted pet guinea pigs. I wanted them so bad that I used to beg my parents to get some for me but to no avail. Even tears and tantrums were ineffective against my parents steely willpower. To console myself for not having pet guinea pigs I bought books about guinea pigs and played with friends guinea pigs and even made a clay guinea pig in art class. Yet it was never the same as having my very own pet guinea pigs.
So today Mr T, Miss M & I went for a road trip across town to the Cavy Cottage to pick out some new additions. And so, with no further ado, I’d like to introduce you to our very first family pets:
Smokey and Dusty are eight week old brothers. That’s Dusty at the front he’s the more adventurous one and less comfortable with people. Smokey is hiding at the back and seems to be the more docile one (he’s easier to catch and seems to be quite content being held).
Mum promised that when I bought a house she would buy them for me and she has, to some extent, come good on that promise as we used our Christmas voucher to purchase their new abode. Thanks Mum! xx