Day 4 of babysitting the neighbor's rat-pig. She won't put him down, look at the fear in his eyes.
And she forces dad to "snuggle" him, then snaps pics as collateral.
I'll admit, he is talented. Gizmo drives robots. Big deal you say, cats can too. Well, the cheeky little squeaker upped his game tonight.
I'm sitting here minding my own business, cramming pork potstickers down my face when the bleepin' guinea grabs the keys and just takes off in the Jeep. Unbelievable. Kept driving back and forth, taunting us, before finally leaving for good. He's probably headed to the store to snag some lettuce and wood shavings.
You don't suppose my daughter will try and twist my arm into adopting her own pet when it's time to return him? She signed a contract with a pinky swear promising she won't bug for one. We'll see how that one plays out at the end of the week.
Better go find that smelly hairball...