||Two years old|
I'm Flannel! When my Mommy and Daddy got me I was just a tiny ball
of silver fluff. Now I'm a big two-year-old grown up piggie, and I rule this
household! Their last guinea pig was cuddly and affectionate and gave
kisses like there was no tomorrow. They thought I'd be just like him.
Boy, were they in for a surprise! I'm just a lean, mean, eating machine,
and when I say "Wheek" they jump!
I don't purr, I don't give kisses, and I don't like getting them, either
(yuck). I really hate being held, but will put up with a nice chin
scratch if I must. (I actually enjoy it, but they don't have to know
this.) I am a semi-free range pig, since I escape every enclosure my
silly slaves put me in. I have Mommy and Daddy trained to bring me
veggie treats every time they come into "my" room, and there's heck to
pay if they don't!
Mommy and Daddy think I'm special because my antics keep them amused and
they love to see me trotting around the room making chuk-chuk noises. I
can't help it if they don't have a life. I like nudging open the door
to their bedroom with my nose; then I can stay under the bed all day and
do whatever I want!
My favorite activity is eating, as you can see. I am getting ready to
enjoy the Thanksgiving feast, with my own special treats. My Mommy and
Daddy treat me like a king, doing my bidding whenever I wheek! Usually
that means "bring me food," but sometimes it just means "play with me,"
or "let me out of here so I can hide under the bed!" Mommy and Daddy
think I'm the smartest, cutest, and most independent piggie they have
ever known. I'm certainly the softest! I brighten every day for them and
always make them laugh. Guinea Pigs are the best therapy!