Princess Piggy Poo and I had dinner guests last Saturday. My friend Mariam and her husband Paul were treated to some delicious home cooking (if I do say so myself) and Princess Piggy Poo provided entertainment afterward.
Mariam wanted to hold Princess Piggy Poo so I made my friend sit on the couch the way any anxious mother would do before handing over her baby. When I placed Princess Piggy Poo on Mariam’s lap, Mariam enjoyed petting Princess Piggy Poo’s uber soft fur and commented that Princess Piggy Poo is more the size of a rabbit than a guinea pig. So what better way to butter up a chubby guinea pig than proffering her a favorite treat: a few sprigs of cilantro. Paul commented that Princess Piggy Poo looked like she was chomping green spaghetti as she made each strand disappear.
After a few minutes, I asked Mariam if she wanted me to put Princess Piggy Poo back in her house. I mentioned that, while Princess Piggy Poo has never drawn blood, she’s not above a light bite, which isn’t pleasant. I also revealed that she isn’t potty trained. And, with that admission, Princess Piggy Poo gave Mariam a warm reception by peeing on her leg.