Fluff update
I think Fluff is a Tribble not a guinea pig. When I stroke her back she trills just like a Tribble, it is so cute. She also thinks she’s Super Pig. She jumped off my desk the other day, scared me half to death. She was perfectly fine. It took me almost an hour to catch her. On the plus side, I now know Cujo cannot actually inhale her. He walked up, sniffed her and walked away totally unimpressed. It was a funny sight, a 115 pound Rottweiler sniffing a 5 ounce ball of fuzz.
The Bunny Dude thinks Fluff is a noisy neighbor. When Fluff starts squeaking, Dude kicks the sides of his cage. It’s like he’s pounding on the wall to tell her to shut up. As much as I love my dogs and my rabbit, I really love having Fluff; it’s almost as nice as having a cat. She likes to cuddle on my chest and have me pet her. I’ve missed having a pet I can actually cuddle. The boyfriend is not too impressed with her; he thinks she’s too noisy. I’m ignoring him. So is Fluff.