Today I decided to take a little break from the dizzying views of northern nature and interesting stories, and tell about something quite ordinary. Ordinary, but important, for many of us. About a couple of new pets that appeared in our family a week ago.
For some of my regular readers, this may come as a surprise. All my previous harsh posts led us to the fact that when I talk about my pet, it will turn out to be a white bear, or at least a brown bear, in extreme cases, a reindeer.
Unfortunately, I met these cute bear in the picture above very far from home in the south, and we could not be together. Fate decreed otherwise... so let me introduce:
Yes, these are pets of an adult northern man. I was as shocked as yours. Only these two guinea pigs were more shocked. Very young guys, 4 months old. I just came home from work and saw them, and they saw me, sitting on the beautiful lap of my beautiful wife.
I asked only one question to my beloved - "Why?". Well, she told a sad story that after going with our little son for cat food, they heard a noise in the sector with animals, there were three guinea pigs in one aviary. Two of these kids and one huge bully.
The big pig offended the little ones and the wife noticed that the tricolor had a damaged eye. So she decided to save him and buy him back. But the seller said that he and the redhead are brothers and it's better to take both... and here we are. What could I say? They did everything right.
Of course, the same evening I was sent on a pig shopping trip and decided not to skimp on the convenience for piglets. After all, all these rodents do not live so long, and I wanted their life to be comfortable with us.
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However, so far it is difficult for me to take these two freeloaders seriously. I don't know anything about them. In a week, I only realized that they constantly eat, pee, poop, and talk funny, all the time. And they also completely lack the instinct of self-preservation.
When you take them in your hands, they do not resist, they just spread out like jelly and humbly look with their beady eyes.
The wife and son are delighted, spend a lot of time with them. Treat the tricolor eye. The veterinarian said that there is a chance to restore it completely in a couple of weeks.
But we have not yet chosen the names of the new family members. The spouse is trying to choose something beautiful and paired. Well, I go through new options every day: Pinky and the Brain, Thor and Loki, Vincent and Jules, Tango and Cash (I like this the most, because there is a chill to prison).
My wit is gradually fading, so for the last two days I have been calling the redhead Bubble, and the one-eyed Plissken. Well, time will tell which name will suit each of them.
Of course, these are very cute animals, sociable, moderately smelly and untidy. Plissken feels bolder, probably because we treat his eye twice a day and he is used to us. The Bubble is more timid and fat. Sometimes when he escapes, he blocks the entrance to the house with his ass and then Plissken starts swearing at him in his funny pig language. If they continue to eat at the same pace, then by winter I will be able to harness them to a sleigh
