Kidney Karma
Yesterday my husband and I went to my husband's sister's house to say adios to his younger sister who is moving to England. It was also a good chance to see our new little 5-month-old nephew Ruary, or Roo for short. My husband's sister had Roo's diaper off to change him and air out his junk, cause he was getting a little diaper rash. So little Roo is sitting on his mom's lap pantsless, and as you could predict, he peed on her. All down the leg of her jeans.
Like any brother, my husband was quite amused at the sight of his little sister getting peed on. He proceeded to mock her and tease her and say how it totally made his day. Like any normal big brother.
We went home and in the evening I was holding Fudge and Neil was playing with Elvis. He has been avoiding Fudge because he is quite the incontinent little rodent, and peed on him earlier in the week. After only about 10 minutes or less, Elvis let loose and peed with more volume and force than I knew a guines pig could muster. He managed to spray my husband's shirt and trousers and even the arm of the sofa. Some of it was a good 6 inches from Elvis' little furry butt. Elvis was a little squeaky fire hose.
So I think we all know why Elvis peed on my husband. It was just a little urinary karma because he was so pleased about his sister being peed on.
Of course, in writing this, I'm setting myself up to get peed on by one of the piggies very soon. But it was still just too good to pass up.
Alana
