My daughter has a guinea pig in her first grade classroom. Her name is Snowflake. The guinea pig that is, not my daughter.
Every weekend, a class family volunteers to take Snowflake home and return her to school on Monday. This weekend was our turn. Snowflake is an albino guinea pig with white fur and red eyes, which glow eerily in the light. I had the pleasure of changing it’s poo-filled bedding. It tried to bite me and then my husband after I was creeped out trying to pick it up. He had to put on gloves to protect himself. But the second time I attempted a pick-up, she was very sweet. She alternates between cuddly and Jaws, for no apparent reason.
Our dog Belle is very intrigued, actually neurotic about this creature that has invaded our home. Today she worked up enough courage to lay down by the cage and stare, as if she is watching TV. She will watch for several minutes, with her ears going up now and then. Snowflake could care less and is not phased by Belle at all.
We are NEVER getting a guinea pig. But it was fun for a weekend, and my kids think she is really cute. My son and I giggled when we thought of her eyes glowing like lasers, then Snowflake flying at us while the door to the cage is open, transformed into a vampire guinea pig who can talk. With fangs of course. We have crazy imaginations. You can guess where he gets it from.
Appropriately enough, today was the first snow we have had all winter in Atlanta. Just a few flurries, but snow all the same. We will miss you Snowflake! Well maybe not all of us..