My friends have wood floors. My mother crochets yarn slipper booties. These two things don’t go well together. On a recent dog-sitting visit to my friends’ house, Princess Piggy Poo and I took a tumble down the stairs when my slippers went sliding off a step. Not to worry about Princess Piggy Poo, my right cheek took the brunt of it — and the proof is the bruise I have on my booty.
Princess Piggy Poo didn’t get injured but she certainly had an adventure. Even though I held her like a precious egg that I didn’t want to break, once we completed our fall she popped out of my hands. And then I heard the pitter-patter of her need-to-be-trimmed nails scurrying across the living room floor. Normally, this would be fine because she would run under a piece of furniture and I would retrieve her, but we were dog sitting. There was a dog. My friends are minimalists with open floor spaces. These two things don’t go well together. There was no place for Princess Piggy Poo to hide. As soon as she ran, the dog’s instincts kicked in and there was a chase.
Guinea pigs are deceptively fast but they really aren’t a match for medium-sized dogs. Luckily, Edalani, the dog is a good listener and she didn’t bat Princess Piggy Poo around the living room or, worse, eat her. Yep, we all had elevated heart rates but at the end of it all, the only thing hurt was my rear end.