Thanksgiving wasn’t just a time for feasting on cilantro for Princess Piggy Poo; she got to meet the family. They traveled across the country to make her acquaintance. Princess Piggy Poo played the representative guinea pig—quiet, demure and cute, albeit boring.
“Does she blink?” asked my father, adding, “It seems like she’s blind.” I’ve never seen Princess Piggy Poo blink or sleep, although when I pet her sometimes she squints as if she’s really enjoying my loving scratches.
“I like her ears,” said my mom while rubbing Princess Piggy Poo’s pink ears. I remembered when we were kids and my mom would tell us not to fold over our ears or we’d get “cauliflower ears.” Now she was admiring what I pictured those dreaded cauliflower ears might look like.
My sister and niece were more interested in how their little dog, Rosalie, a poodle-Shih Tzu-mix not much bigger than Princess Piggy Poo, embraced her cavy cousin. The two furry cousins did look cute next to each other, Rosalie is black except for a white paw and Princess Piggy Poo is white except for her pink ears, “Ebony and Ivory live together in perfect harmony…”
I’ve never witnessed a dog petting a guinea pig—maybe Rosalie was just showing us that her paw was the same color as Princess Piggy Poo—whatever the motivation, it sure was funny. I was dismayed though that while Rosalie sniffed Princess Piggy Poo’s butt, licked her ears and pet her incessantly that Princess Piggy Poo didn’t try and bite her once. Princess Piggy Poo goes after me for any little movement. Maybe Princess Piggy Poo was on her best behavior—or just terrified that there were so many new bodies in the house even if they all did look a lot like me.