You can call me and Dustin the saviours of one precious little guinea pig. Someone didn’t want him/her (neither one of us has offered to check on the gender quite yet) and dumped him in the parking lot of our apartment complex. We decided not the let the poor thing freeze to death or be eaten by coyotes. So we grabbed a hat box, yes I have a hat box, I don’t know why, and we chased it down. No one claimed the pig so he is officially ours, he is now a Groeneman.
We named him Moz, after the great Morrissey. Moz was stinky and we gave him a bath. Dustin styled his hair into a tiny fo-hawk. As Morrissey would say, “I do maintain that if your hair is wrong, your entire life is wrong”.
For all who are wondering, Ripley doesn’t even seem to care that there is another animal living in his house. He stares at it, not like hunting it, more like annoyed with it. I think they will eventually be friends.