When you’re naturally beautiful and have been deemed royalty, your looks are other people’s business. Princess Piggy Poo truly enjoys her pamper days. I wonder if part of the fun for her is how many times I tell her how pretty she is. What girl doesn’t like to hear she’s pretty? All the while, I’m trimming her nails, brushing her hair and massaging her back. What girl doesn’t like a manicure, blow out and massage, either?
Last time Princess Piggy Poo had a grooming day, I thought about the plight of the homeless people I see in downtown Los Angeles. Princess Piggy Poo smells good, eats well, has a cozy shelter and is treated to upper-middle class privileges. This cavy — at the mercy of a caregiver — lives better than people who technically are in control of their lives.
In many ways, we are all dependent on the kindness and generosity of others. For some life has an ugly side, and then there’s Princess Piggy Poo — a guinea pig that only knows a life of glamour.