Tonight, I got this text from my mom
Mom: Lol, lol, butch thought all along I said pigs!!! he even told brian u were getting pigs 4 the kids. tells me he wld never had suggested the dog cage 4 two guineas! Ha ha ha
Pigs. For Christmas. My own family thinks I'm crazy. If I ever buy a pig, or two, it will be for consumption purposes only. Bacon rocks. I did hear there will be a bacon shortage in 2013. Everyone will want to be my friend.
When Finn was a mere three months old, we bought our first home. Without a fence. We had to wait two months for the fence to be installed. I couldn't bear the idea of our precious pup being locked in a tiny crate all day. I needed something bigger. Something she could run in. Sean was active duty military and traveling over seas. No contact. No one to run my idea by. I suppose I could have asked Butch. But he would have offered me a guinea pig cage. He's like that. So instead, I went to the pet store and bought this...
I couldn't wait for Finn to try it out. Now I just needed someone to set it up. My friend Joe reluctantly agreed. Not that he didn't want to help. I say reluctantly because I wanted him to set it up in our basement. It reached the ceiling. And touched the walls. Blocking access to the sliding glass door. Finn couldn't get outside for doody time. But I fixed that problem. I laid linoleum. And set up newspaper. She had her own bathroom. And bedroom. And living room. I don't think I'll ever live this one down. My own personal dog fighting ring. I think Joe was mostly reluctant because he thought he'd be arrested. For aiding and abetting.
Now that I'm so much wiser in my old age, I plan to buy a cage intended for guinea pigs...not a dog crate, or a boxing ring. One that is made for inside, versus outside. I will hide the little dears at my friend Lynda's house until Christmas Eve. I haven't exactly run this by Lynda yet. Lynda, are you reading this? Will you host our pigs for a couple of nights? Then on Christmas morning, Sean and I will unveil the gift. The triple threat will be thrilled for one minute and thirteen seconds. Then they will set those suckers free. Finn will eat them. The kids will play with the cage. Squeak. Oink. Woof. That's guineapigpigdog speak for what the hell was I thinking? I'm pretty sure this was all Butch's idea. Happy Birthday Jesus. Now where's the bacon?
|Toilet seat cover turned necklace. Thank you Wawa. Christmas shopping done.|
|We don't bother buying chairs either.|