sandiegopets

 In my lifetime I’ve probably been through every king of pet imaginable–or my kids have. Once my mother got fed up with me dragging home stray dogs and cats, the only creature I was allowed to have were rodents.

There’s one guinea that stands out in my mind. Fritz. He belonged to a college classmate of my older sister and when she moved, she gave it to her, and my sister gave it to me. Unfortunately, due to my carelessness Fritz escaped. We lived next to a large field in Ohio so I figured that was it for Fritz.

Summer moved into fall, then a cold Ohio winter. The following spring I was rowing in my boat when lo and behold, there was Fritz hanging out outside a woodpile. He was a distinctive black and white guinea pig and I’ve no doubt it was him.

In my childhood memory, he was there for years, but in reality, it was probably only one or two. Still, he survived at least one cold winter and every time I saw him he looked fat and healthy.

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