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"We're getting the band back together!"

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  (Yes, I really like the font Georgia, okay?! It reminds me of my careless youth.)

 I am a 29-year-old woman with four guinea pigs, or as I like to refer to them, my starter pack for not getting laid. This is not entirely an exaggeration.

 They are as follows: 

 -  Smores, the John Lennon. She was my first pig. She has been my best friend these past several years. Strong and sassy, she has a temper but loves to cuddle with me. 

 - Penny, the Blind Pig/Ringo Starr. She's super-neurotic, cries a lot, and tends to scream at anything that scares her (read : everything). She also yawns every time I pick her up and I'm still not quite sure why. I got her in 2013.

 - Poppy, the George Harrison. Why? Because she's chill AF. Probably because she's really old but all good.

 - Anddd PBC (short for Peanut Butter Cup), the Paul McCartney. I say  this because all the girls love her. And why would they not?! She's so tiny! She's like a chipmunk. When I hang out with her, I feel like a Disney character. 
PBC!!!!

I just acquired PBC, totally from happenstance. My friend's sister has a guinea pig, and that piggie was pregnant. I was offered a baby, which I agreed to under one circumstance - that it be a little girl. So a few weeks ago, after having sworn off owning more guinea pigs, I went full guinea pig again. And I haven't looked back because PBC and her energy have made me so happy.

 Now, back in the day, I had Mocha, who died in 2014 in my arms. Peanut Butter Cup and her have the exact same coloring and both seem to be the runts of the little, so I sometimes wonder if PBC is a reincarnated Mocha. She missed the gang too much.

 When I first brought PBC home two weeks ago, I worried Smores would eat her. No joke. Smores eats and/or mounts everything. She is an "alpha pig." You may be skeptical, but guinea pig hierarchy is a real thing. Seriously. I made Smores John Lennon for a reason. 

But now, Smores and PBC are like-

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The only problem With PBC I've found so far is that she is a baby. And as a baby, she is learning how her lungs work.  (They work. Like, they work very well. She recently scared a Lyft driver.)

I am, tho, not getting more pigs. Four is plenty for me. 

JOIN ME in my next post, where I compare the pigs to popular sitcom characters.
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