We are not really pet people. I am a one-dog woman (even on a three dog night) and that was my childhood dog Tigger. We got her when I was five mainly to get me over my fear of dogs (she definitely did) and I said goodbye to her as I was leaving for my college sophomore year.

We love animals but I know much work pets are and and I spent a lot of my adult life helping take care of my brother’s increasing number of dogs. To be fair, I loved them and I didn’t have to care for them all that often but I decided it was better not to have pets. I think know the GG agreed with me.

Well, we ended up having umpteen bazillion guppies, five anole lizards, Izzy the rat and this little Piggie. Who was originally named Dina until we figured out it was male. I think we were outta names by then so Piglet was it.

This cute little guinea pig got along with me and the female beach urchins just fine. One time when I had been up in the yooperland, I arrived back at the Landfill. Piglet waited for me to talk to the GG and the beach urchins. When I was done with that, I squeaked, “Hello Piggie!” Reep reep reep reep.

He was a bit more concerned about the GG but the GG eventually whispered him into a good relationship such that Piglet snuggled into the GG’s black sweater. He approached trick-or-treaters with Piglet and little kids were entranced by him.

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