I can’t show you anything I’m working on (happy December, guys!) so I thought I’d write a post about my guinea pigs.
If you recall, I have two of the little beasties. Both are furry, friendly, and possessed of an unfortunate penchant for nibbling on yarn.
Archimedes, often referred to as the Arkenstone, is technically my significant other’s pig, although he (the pig) and I have a certain bond. He loves to sit and cuddle on my lap, and nuzzles and flops and purrs and is remarkably endearing with his crazy little feet dangling all over the place. But once back home with his cagemate Sir Gawain, he transforms into a grouchy little monster and hogs all the food. My boyfriend claims he’s an intellectual recluse, but I suspect he’s just a bit of a jerk.
Sir G, on the other hand, is my very own pig, and lives up to his namesake: he is bold and chivalrous and maybe a little less bright than Archimedes. He has a tendency to jump on top of or into things whether or not they are structurally sound, such as his hay rack. While not the cuddliest guinea pig, Sir G makes happy noises whenever he sees me coming, and enjoys “popcorning”, which is what they call it when a guinea pig suddenly jumps several inches straight up in the air, twitches crazily, and then zooms gleefully around his pen.
So those are my furry friends. I’ll update you on everything else at the end of the month… if I make it that long.