Princess Piggy Poo never ceases to amaze me. I usually think of my guinea pig as a cute little cavy with a tiny pea-sized brain but every once in awhile she does something that makes me respect her a bit more.
While I admit I’ve allowed this cute little cavy with the pea-sized brain to train me — which surely indicates that I may be lacking in smarts — every once in awhile I exercise my right to ignore her.
Last Wednesday, when Princess Piggy Poo was squeaking for a treat, I was busy working on an assignment and tuned out her songs in favor of meeting my deadline. When I did get up to check on Princess Piggy Poo, I noticed she had rearranged her cage. Her askew furnishings the target of a temper tantrum, I’m guessing.
Normally Princess Piggy Poo leaves her things exactly where I place them, but not last Wednesday. No, she had to let me know that she will not be ignored and that when she squeaks for a treat, she isn’t fooling around. Princess Piggy Poo may not have uttered a word, but I definitely understood what she was communicating.