There's a guinea pig in my hair.
I was just holding my guinea pig, Spike. When I pick a guinea pig to hold, I have to decide whether I'm looking for a cozy guinea pig or some excitement. Spike is excitement. He's quite a spaz. I usually wear a hooded sweatshirt when I play with the guinea pigs because I'm allergic to them, so it keeps their fur off my skin. Spike likes to sit on my shoulder. One of the times that he made a mad dash for my shoulder, he instead launched himself into the hood of my sweatshirt. So I went looking for my husband to help me fish the guinea pig out of my hood. He was in the bathroom, so he couldn't help. I got the little weasel out, but got a rash and some scratches on my neck from the sharp little nails.
This is pretty much a normal day with Spike. He's a little furry retard, but he is fun. And today he didn't try to eat my engagement ring or poop on me, so that was nice.
Alana
