![]() ![]() Mumu was a wonderful pig who loved to be held, and would happily sit with you while you watched an entire movie. I knew nothing about cavies, so simply gave her pellets(and the more ingredients it has, the better, right?), and she lived in her petstore cage with cedar bedding. She was a solid light brown pig with no marking at all. I wanted a pet, any pet, so I happily agreed. ![]() Her daughter no longer wanted the pig, so she asked if I wanted the pig. In the summer of 2003, my aunt moved from California to Virginia on a cross-country road trip, and her daughter’s guinea pig, Mumu, came with her. Then, in the summer of 2003, that changed. So, for years, I lost interest in cavies and starting begging for a dog, but my parents never wound up getting one. I never really wanted a guinea pig, they were nice pets, for sure, and fun to pretend to be, but it would be much more fun to have a dog. We would play in a part of the jungle gym that was our "cage", crawling around on our hands and knees and wheeking. If memory serves me, Brownie's owner pretended to be Brownie, and I pretended to be an imaginary black guinea pig named Rose. At school, we would run around the playground pretending to be guinea pigs. My love of Brownie didn't end with just playing with him. We let him run around the yard, and then placed him back in his 10-gallon aquarium. I spent a lot of the visit holding Brownie and feeding him carrots. I visited her house, and immediately fell in love with Brownie. I had a friend who had a cavy named Brownie, a (believe it or not) brown piggy, with an adorable crest on his head. I first fell in love with cavies in second grade. So, without further chit-chat, here is chapter 1: I thought I might as well get around to making a thread for my piggies. ![]()
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