Last weekend I went out of town and left Princess Piggy Poo with my friend Doug. I handed him the list: cuddle in the morning, feeding schedule, no direct sunlight and cuddle in the evening. The irony of giving Doug a list is that he taught me everything I know about guinea pigs.
I knew Doug would take good care of Princess Piggy Poo, but I was surprised I felt a touch of anxiety in leaving her. It was a whirlwind trip, so I didn’t have time to fuel that anxiety and I smiled when Doug sent an email saying, “Princess Piggy Poo is having a grand time.”
As soon as the plane landed, I was on my way to pick up Princess Piggy Poo. When I arrived at Doug’s, there she was in her newly cleaned cage. I reached in to pet Princess Piggy Poo and she darted to the other side of her cage. “Aw, she’s happy to see you,” said Doug. We both laughed. I swooped in, picked her up and looked her squarely in her adorable mismatched eyes. “I missed you too, Piggy.”