Before I go out of town, I have to make sure Princess Piggy Poo has a place to stay to be fed and loved. Last weekend, Princess Piggy Poo went on a sleepover to my friend Karen’s house. I should have told Princess Piggy Poo that her routine was going to be disrupted because when I dropped her off she was trembling.
Of course, I felt like the worst pet mother in the world leaving my vulnerable little guinea pig. I knew Karen would take good care of Princess Piggy Poo and that I couldn’t take my cavy with me, but it was all I could do to walk away.
The next day I received a photo of Karen giving Princess Piggy Poo her cranberry water followed by texts describing all the things Princess Piggy Poo does when she’s a happy cavy. I still felt guilty for leaving my guinea pig, but more at ease knowing she was happy.
Next time I go out of town, I’ll give Princess Piggy Poo fair notice. Although, I’m guessing that once she realizes she’s getting lettuce and hay, Princess Piggy Poo is okay with a sleepover.