This post may contain affiliate links.
If you buy something from one of the linked sites you won’t pay anything more, but I might make a commission.
So as I reported on Monday, Fiona wants a guinea pig, and she’s been relentless about it.
I don’t really want guinea pigs, but I also have this weird feeling that I pretty much never get otherwise, due to denying my family a dog.
Plus, after asking the internet for help in either talking me out of it or letting me know that it would be OK, the internet told me overwhelmingly to go for it. There was one horror story in the comments of my post, but it involved rats and a child several years younger than mine, so it didn’t really apply.
Everybody also told me that if we were going to get one, we should get two, which makes total sense.
So, yesterday morning I told Fiona what her dad and I had decided: That she could take care of some guinea pigs as a trial, and if she was still determined we could move forward.
Honestly, I expected her to beg to skip that step, but she was actually really excited and grateful! A science teacher and a friend of ours have both stepped up to let her take care of theirs, so she’ll be getting a very good taste of what it will be like to feed them, clean their cages, and play with them, all while juggling school and band and dance classes.
I know that I’ll have to do some care, which I don’t mind. If I have to feed them while she’s at school, that’s fine (I love feeding my mom’s bunny – it gets so excited!). But it’s the cleaning that I do NOT want to fall to me. We can’t go forward with this unless I’m reasonably sure that she will stick with that part.
So, it looks like this is happening, at least on a trial basis. I really appreciate all of the blog and social media comments you guys gave me – they really helped my decision! Of course, I will hold all of you a little bit responsible if this goes bad. ;-)