The other day when I placed Princess Piggy Poo down for floor time, as she began to scurry away I noticed a trail of black, wavy hair flowing behind her like a long wedding gown train. It looked like something you’d see in a Tim Burton flick. Sadly, it had nothing to do with creativity and everything to do with the fact that I haven’t been home enough lately to properly clean my house.
While I may live in uncivilized conditions, I do make sure to clean Princess Piggy Poo’s cage every three days. No matter how busy I am, it wouldn’t be right for her to endure filthy conditions so I make sure her living space is cleaned. I wonder if she appreciates this effort.
I wonder if Princess Piggy Poo appreciates any of the little things I do for her. It’s not like I really expect her to be appreciative; it’s probably a case of personification on my part. Does a guinea pig with a pea-sized brain understand the concept that I buy cilantro because it’s her favorite treat?
It gives me joy to see Princess Piggy Poo thrive and enjoy her existence under my care. Whether she appreciates it or not is moot. I’ll keep doing the things that I think will make her comfortable and happy. Because every time I hear Princess Piggy Poo squeak, it’s as good as her saying, “Thanks.”