My friend, Phyllicity, took in Princess Piggy Poo last weekend so that I could attend another friend, Ray’s, birthday party in San Francisco. Unlike my other piggy-sitter, Phyllicity is a little skittish of Princess Piggy Poo…so they’re even.
Phyllicity piggy-sat for my previous cavy so I had faith all would be fine, and it was. While I knew Princess Piggy Poo would be sequestered in her house the whole weekend, I discovered that she has a penchant for The Daily Show with Jon Stewart, The Colbert Report and Korean soap operas. She even had her furry head pat, when “P-3,” as Phyllicity calls her, allowed it.
I returned from my fun weekend and was moving Princess Piggy Poo back home, when my neighbor’s daughter drove up and the mood changed. She told me the sad news that my neighbor (her mom) passed away the day before. “I’m so sorry,” I told her, adding, ”I’m going to hug you but I have to tell you, I have a guinea pig in my pocket.” She laughed and said, “That’s the first time I’ve laughed since my mom died.” Sometimes being naturally ridiculous at a depressing time can bring a little levity.
My next-door neighbor, Darcy, was a wonderful neighbor, surrogate Italian mother and friend who always left her porch light on. I wanted to send something to Darcy’s daughter letting her know that I’ll miss her mom. I wasn’t sure if it was proper since it’s bright and cheery but felt it appropriate and sent a fruit bouquet from me—and Princess Piggy Poo.