TheAurora
Adult Guinea Pig
So I've taken a day off from work (also as a writer), with the intention of sending out stacks of letters about one of my novels which I want to get published.
The plan was to be at the gym by 6.30am and back in my office at home by nine.
Only, when I woke up and looked at the clock it was 9.30am!!
I don't know who was more annoyed me or the guinea pigs... waiting at the front of their hutch as I hurried to organise cucumber.
"LATE... breakfast is LATE" - this is a rough translation I assumed from their wheeks.
Freddie ripped the cucumber so forcefully, angrily and with such gusto from my fingers that the momentum caused him to spin and head butt the wall. Jeez @)
Slave is very sorry and humbly requests forgiveness :o
The plan was to be at the gym by 6.30am and back in my office at home by nine.
Only, when I woke up and looked at the clock it was 9.30am!!
I don't know who was more annoyed me or the guinea pigs... waiting at the front of their hutch as I hurried to organise cucumber.
"LATE... breakfast is LATE" - this is a rough translation I assumed from their wheeks.
Freddie ripped the cucumber so forcefully, angrily and with such gusto from my fingers that the momentum caused him to spin and head butt the wall. Jeez @)
Slave is very sorry and humbly requests forgiveness :o