Princess Piggy Poo could never survive in the wild. With my last guinea pig, I had to have a supply of Neosporin for the times I wasn’t quick enough to escape his attack. Princess Piggy Poo on the other hand, nips at me regularly and she’s never drawn blood or even broken skin.
At first, I thought Princess Piggy Poo was holding back because she didn’t want to hurt me. I thought she was only trying to tell me that she didn’t like something I was doing. But I can’t imagine a cavy being that smart—even if that cavy is Princess Piggy Poo. Now I think she just doesn’t have that killer instinct. Believe me, I’m not complaining, it’s just something I noticed.
Princess Piggy Poo is still young and things could change. You know how older people get meaner and more crotchety—maybe that could happen to Princess Piggy Poo. I hope life doesn’t wear her down. I’ll give her healthy doses of love and cilantro to sink her teeth into and hope she continues to avoid me.
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Aha, the perfect example of genetics -v- environment!! Very interesting topic. In the case of Princess Piggy Poo, I think it’s both. I don’t think she has the “killer” instinct either, and I know for a fact that she gets a whole lot of love in her everyday life. Anyone, even a cavy, would flourish beautifully in that environment. You take care of Princess Piggy Poo, and she’ll take care of you . . . of course, I’d keep the cilantro handy too!! 🙂