Of Cleaning, Burrowing, and Minor Revelations
Tuesday began, as certain inconvenient Tuesdays do, at four in the morning. Guinea Pig woke with that unmistakable sense that…
The Paddocks, the Potato, and the Long Wet Dance Floor
Monday arrived and Guinea Pig was back to his involuntary waking hour. He felt refreshed. Much better, in fact, and…
Sunday, the Sideboard, and the Aladdin’s Cave
Sunday had not begun well. Guinea Pig had slept badly. The reasons were not entirely clear, though several candidates were…
Doodle Horse Your Day
He overslept. He got up at half past six instead of at his usual involuntary hour between half past three…
The Guinea Pig That Needs a System.
There is a particular silence that settles in when the house empties. Not loneliness. Not drama. Just the absence of…