Things You Shouldn’t Eat

So I’ve added to my tiny family.  I got a guinea pig for my birthday.  Yes, I will be turning 25.  But guinea pigs are great fun and having one totally takes me back to my childhood.  With a break in tradition I gave him a U2 based name.  (Up to this point all of my pets had been named after Beatles songs.)  I named him Hewson and we are calling him Hewey.

 

He is the biggest guinea pig I’ve ever seen.  He eats like a horse and loves building a bed out of hay.  His purrs and whistles and carrots are his favorite thing in the whole wide world.  Hewey is adorable and I love him to bits.  There is only one problem…

 

          Molly loves him too.

 

In a different way.  The first night Hewey was at our house Molly did great with him.  I held him and she checked him out and really didn’t seem to care that he existed.  Then, as she was checking out his cage one day, she saw him run across it.  It peaked her interest a little but in a calm way.  So that day, as I had Hewey out for some cuddle time, she decided she loved him so much that she wanted to know what he tasted like.  Poor Hewey lost a tuft of hair and Molly got yelled at. 

Ever since then she’s been gunning for him.  Her mission in life is to get a piece of the pig.  I tried to explain to Molly that in America we don’t eat guinea pigs and being as how she doesn’t have a passport, she will never get to eat guinea pig.  It hasn’t stopped her from standing and barking at his cage or from lunging at it.

 

So for now I have two adorable pets that don’t get along.  Maybe someday they will be able to coexist.  For now, it is keeping life interesting.