Our neighbors are skipping town for Thanksgiving, so Pigtails' been badgering me the last couple to let her adopt their guinea pig while they travel. I shot her down at first, saying we didn't need a soft rat smelling things up worse than they already smell around here.
She didn't relent.
Those brown eyes put up a feisty fight.
Guess who won the battle?
The kid was jumping around, flush in the cheeks with excitement as they handed us Gizmo in his tiny prison cell. I made daughter hook me a pinky swear before agreeing to take on the hairy little pig: we're not going to purchase our own guinea, I won't be the one responsible for shoveling the food in and the poop out, and no hair bows. Gizmo's a boy, and boys don't like sissy bows in their fur.
So Gizmo's in charge of the blog this week. We'll chronicle our adventures as Pigtails puts him through the wringer. She mentioned tiny diapers, a trip to the park and hot laps in the stroller. Poor guy, he's going to end up with high blood pressure and wearing doll dresses by the end of the week.
A couple days in, we've realized this is no ordinary guinea pig. Gizmo's got skills. I thought the neighbors were being all braggy when they said he knows how to drive a robot. So we tested it out, turns out they weren't lyin'.
Next up: Gizmo wheels a Jeep.