||One and a half years old|
||Abyssinian Guinea Pig|
||Albany County, New York, USA|
is Thor, the Man of the House. He's the first boar we've owned, and
he shares a huge home-made "cube and coroplast" with his
harem: Brownie and Aurora, a pig we rescued from a bad owner.
In late 2003, we took a quick trip just before closing hours to one of
the chain pet stores to get some timothy hay. We always admire the
Guineas at the store, but this time, one fuzzy little Abyssinian had his
feet up on the glass, and followed us as we walked around the display.
My wife asked if she could hold him, and right away I saw where all this
was leading. This was absolutely the most loving little cavy we'd ever
seen. He even purred when pet, right there in the store. The guy working
there said that he played with the Guineas, against the orders of his
manager, so this little ball of fluff was already tame and snugly. I
got "the eyes" from my wife, and she said I could name him whatever I
wanted if we bought him.
Thus Thor entered the household - I wanted another Norseman in the
house. It didn't necessarily seem like a good name for such a little
love bug, shown here two weeks later, but he's since grown into a big
strong man who definitely rules the roost. And he's still a charmer with
all the humans in his life.
And he's definitely more rambunctious than the ladies. He climbs on his
houses, tries to steal food from Brownie, knocks over and attempts to
open the nugget bins, can find always find plastic to chew on no matter
how "pig-proof" the house is, and has even made his was up the step to
our dining room. If there's something he's interested in, Thor can stand
on his back legs for a good twenty seconds! He's always a surprise - maybe
he can fetch my slippers some day.
Thor's a perfect match with us and our other cavies. So as it turns out,
everybody's happy. Except the pet store guy, he was fired a few months
later. I ran into him working fast food.