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….