Do you have animals in your life? If yes, what do they mean to you? If no, why have you opted not to?
I have a shit ton of fish and then these two.
Scooby Doo, a three year old Border Collie (or three next month anyway) and…
His Porkliness, Mac the Guinea Pig.
They mean the world to me. Doodle has the uncanny ability to be able to tell when someone is upset so does his best to cheer them up (you can guess how handy that is!) and Mac is such a little personality.
In fact Mac is as un-Guinea Pig like as can be. He hates other Guinea Pigs (preferring the company of dogs) , hates being touched and spends most of his time looking like a potato squeaky angrily at me.
They are both giant morons.