I've created a monster.
Jun. 13th, 2005 11:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jpskewedthroneOk, here's the situation: My partner a few years ago told me that after having to put his pet Beagle down after a long and enjoyable life, he didn't want to deal with the death of a pet again. I had a guinea pig. It died. So I decided not to get another guinea pig because of my partner.
For my last birthday, my friends got me a gift certificate so I could get another guinea pig. I did.
Since then, I've kept the guinea pig in my apartment so my partner wouldn't have to deal with it, which was fine with me, until I had to go to Colorado for work and suddenly I needed someone to "pig-sit". I asked my partner and he said that was fine.
When I returned, I found that all was well. In fact, during phone conversations while I was away, it seemed like the guinea pig was being spoiled. This was in fact true. I took the guinea pig back to my apartment.
A few days later, it was suggested by my partner that I bring the guinea pig to his place when I came over. I smiled and did so. Over the last few days, when shopping, my partner managed to buy:
3 different types of guinea pig treats
a carry-all for the guinea pig
timothy for the guinea pig
assorted lettuce
I've created a monster.
This morning, as he went off to work (and I came home to finish up rereading the novel and print it out), I reached for the guinea pig cage to take him with me. My partner came up with 3 different excuses for why I should leave him at his loft:
it's too hot at my apartment, the guinea pig would be cooler there (and it is indeed freaking hot here)
he wanted to change the guinea pigs cage (I just changed it 2 days ago)
and I'm just coming over again tomorrow so why cart the guinea pig all around
sigh
So now I'm home alone, watching my novel print, secretly pleased that my partner has acclimated himself to my guinea pig. We intend to move in together in another few months, so all is well.
For my last birthday, my friends got me a gift certificate so I could get another guinea pig. I did.
Since then, I've kept the guinea pig in my apartment so my partner wouldn't have to deal with it, which was fine with me, until I had to go to Colorado for work and suddenly I needed someone to "pig-sit". I asked my partner and he said that was fine.
When I returned, I found that all was well. In fact, during phone conversations while I was away, it seemed like the guinea pig was being spoiled. This was in fact true. I took the guinea pig back to my apartment.
A few days later, it was suggested by my partner that I bring the guinea pig to his place when I came over. I smiled and did so. Over the last few days, when shopping, my partner managed to buy:
3 different types of guinea pig treats
a carry-all for the guinea pig
timothy for the guinea pig
assorted lettuce
I've created a monster.
This morning, as he went off to work (and I came home to finish up rereading the novel and print it out), I reached for the guinea pig cage to take him with me. My partner came up with 3 different excuses for why I should leave him at his loft:
it's too hot at my apartment, the guinea pig would be cooler there (and it is indeed freaking hot here)
he wanted to change the guinea pigs cage (I just changed it 2 days ago)
and I'm just coming over again tomorrow so why cart the guinea pig all around
sigh
So now I'm home alone, watching my novel print, secretly pleased that my partner has acclimated himself to my guinea pig. We intend to move in together in another few months, so all is well.
