And the beat goes on with this darn guinea pig.....this time on Skype instant messenger tonight. We've been discussing my upcoming trip to Spokane this weekend.
She: You won't be able to meet my guinea pig.
Me: Why not?
She: He hasn't eaten much at all since we (?) got him so since he has a 15 day warranty, we (?) called and they said to take him in to see if he'd eat their food. They need him for like a week, in solitude!
Me: He's stressed! Give him back!!
She: Apparently I wasn't supposed to play with him, take him out, or talk to him much for the first week so he'd "acclimate" to the new environment.
Me: Hmmmm
She: They refunded me the money. Temporarily; just in case he shorts out* and dies.
Me: Hmmmm
I can only hope for the best outcome in this setting. We'll see.
*short out: a commonly used verb in our family, applicable to anything from a blown fuse to a malfunctioning brain. Inclusive of the ultimate form of system failure: death.
Oh, we went through this with my daughter when she wanted a hampster just before college graduation. We gave in because her life had gotten very stressful and we thought a little friend would help, and it did. Emma lived a long time and survived many travels. When Emma died I wrote a tribute. It was like losing the family pet.
ReplyDeleteOh, the poor little guy! Despite the impending "short out", I had to laugh (sorry). And I didn't dare comment on your last post, but my guniea pig, Snuggles, (a short-term pet in my parents' eyes) lived for ten years. Some sort of world record, I'm sure!
ReplyDeleteWell, for his sake I hope he rallies.
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