birthday
diaryland entry 3:19 p.m. - 2005-12-27
Happy birthday to me.
Yesterday I gave my guinea pigs a bath. I started with Spike because that gets the hard one out of the way.
I put him in the tub, inside his little crate. The water started flowing in and he started drinking it. Then as it got higher, he looked confused, then afraid. His face had a look that said, "It's getting kinda high. Is it supposed to do that? What's going on?" But he didn't really freak out until I poured a cupful of water over his back. Then he learned that when properly motivated, he can launch himself completely out of the crate. I shampooed him with baby shampoo and then rinsed him, the whole time, trying to hold him down and keep him from hurting himself. He bit me several times quite hard, but no skin broken.
After I dried Spike, it was Homestar's turn (we've been mostly calling him Homer because he loves watching tv). I put Homer in the crate and started the water. He freaked out immediately, running in circles as if to say, "It's the end of the world! We're all going to die!" But I was able to hold him still and clean him pretty uneventfully.
They both kind of hate me now. But that's okay.
Today is my birthday. My whole house smells like mole chicken, which is cooking in the crockpot.
Alana
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