Recently, I brought a Guinea Pig from the store I work at. She is a chubby little thing, white with gray markings and red eyes (YES, red eyes!). I chose her because she was so much different from the other guinea pigs in the store. She wasn't as scared as they were, and she enjoys being pet. She was the only Guinea Pig by herself, as I suppose she is a bit too hyperactive to be with other Guinea Pigs. She was also the only Guinea Pig that had bitten me. Yes, she was the one for me.
I named her Muffin. My family was under the impression that she would be this sweet, quiet little creature. Yeah, right. She runs around the cage like a maniac, whistles, and bites at whatever she sees. Not to mention she makes a mess, both in her cage and on the carpet. Oh, and she loves to eat, which also means she poops. A lot.
However, it is possible to hold her without getting bitten, and she loves to explore on my bed. And the way she rests with her front end on the side of her food bowl, her fat hanging over, is just too adorable! Sure, sometimes she acts possessed, but her funny quirks are what attracted me to her. I seem to usually prefer the 'oddball' of the bunch, but I guess I am an oddball as well.
You could say Muffin's 'imperfections' are what make her the perfect Guinea Pig for me.
