I walk the dog after he's done with his dog affairs I walk back home go to the kitchen and give him water and dry food he starts eating.
Then I head to the balcony and do the same to my bunny as he hops back and forth until I feed him.
Then I feed the hedgehog (wherever that antisocial ball of ***** spikes is hiding) I never see him. I only see trails of **** and empty bowls. then I feed the hamsters and circle back to the kitchen and it commences:
"So you ignore me all day and then cry when you crave veggies, huh?"
oin oin oin oin oin oin o— "alright, alright!"
I grab his bowl clean it as best as I can as he continues to cry in the back ground. I sprinkle some salad and wild arugula in his bowl, grab a knife curve my fingers, slice some cucumber, and dice some green pimento and shove it all in.
oin oin oin oin oin oin — " I heard you the first time, *******!"
I go up to his cage and there he is. holding the bars still crying for veggies I place the bowl inside the cage and he bolts towards the veggies, and finally shuts the **** up.
If I knew a Guinea pig would be this demanding I would've taken my driver's license, quit my job, find another one, got to a bar, have a pint, smoke a cigarette, join a band, write a novel, ****** someone and burry the dead body somewhere those **** cries would never reach me even if their cute.