Whenever life gets kind of hectic, I decide to add an animal to my life. My brother’s leukemia relapsed I needed a puppy. When I found out I was unexpectedly pregnant with my daughter, we adopted a dog. This time life with three kids, two dogs, and one husband wasn’t enough so we ended up with not one but two guinea pigs. About a month ago we welcomed Dixie and Fiona to our crew and they’ve been an entertaining addition. They eat constantly, munching on whatever they can get their teeth on, and wheek and run around the cage flinging bedding all over the place every time someone opens the refrigerator. Harper has mastered guinea care, cleaning the cage and feeding them daily as well as snuggling up with them and making sure they floor time.
Unlike Charles Dickens’ twisty tale of deception and mistaken identity, the story of how we ended up with two guinea pigs isn’t actually that, well, interesting. Harper’s wanted a guinea pig for a long time so while Guy was at work I got them and I’ve been apologizing to him ever since but he secretly, not so secretly loves them. Thanks to his beard, they think he’s their oversized brethren. I’m sure this isn’t the first time I’ll unexpectedly come home with an animal. Don’t worry. He knew this was coming before he married me.