A year and a bit ago I wrote welcome Dotty. I loved my ugly, smelly, noisy, deformed little guinea pig. He was special, his personality was hard to ignore. Just over a year ago I went to a pet shop just to buy bunny food and left with Dotty. He choose us, made it clear we were his people, I insisted on taking him home, the staff had to check with management as he wasn’t officially “ready for release” to be adopted… Something like that. So I spoke to the managers and said Dotty was calling to me, he had picked me, and I was willing to love Dotty and I had a spare hutch. I wouldn’t have taken no as an answer in honesty! And I don’t even like guinea pigs. He was very different. Were were told Dotty was a girl but I figured that was wrong shortly […]
It was a sunny day earlier this week so I had all the pets outside. Jen wanted to hug Dotty but ended up in the run playing Chase. Cute to watch.
Poor old Dotty was pretty stinky so I’ve just had to wash him.He is an elderly rescued guinea pig, and unfortunately has some old boy habits. He regularly wets himself in his sleep, hence the shocking smell. He also has badly twisted feet meaning attempts at cutting his claws always end with him very stressed and me feeling guilty for hurting him. Just keep reminding myself his feet were broken and bent when I homed him, and I’m only cutting his nails to help him walk without being in pain. And to do this I have to make him upset and uncomfortable. Right now the old lad is sat on my lap, wrapped in a towel and almost asleep. Looking much nicer, and smelling of apples with claws a teeny bit shorter. I’ve added this to a nice blog hop….