Some of you may know I used to be a nationally ranked guinea pig breeder. Yes, you read that right. Guinea pig breeder. Think the ACK dog shows you see on TV, but for guinea pigs. Various breeders get together and show their animals in specific categories in order to see which single animal most closely resembles the “standard or perfection” for their respective category.
I did this for a number of years and was quite good at it. I’m sure you’ll hear about some of it over the coming months of blog posts. You’ll enjoy them, I’m sure.
Anyway, the point of this is to let you know that nationally, there’s an organization of guinea pig breeders (called the ACBA) that has a quarterly magazine which goes to all their members. It’s been almost a decade since I was truly actively involved in this arena, but my father recently got back into “the fancy” as guinea pig breeders call it. That rekindled some sparks in me that I’d thought I’d managed to smother rather well years ago. I was going back through some old club records and found, to my surprise, some featured articles from that magazine…it featured a short story from 19-year old me.
I realized, suddenly, that I was looking at the first thing I’d ever had officially published…
And, for reasons that escape me as I write this, I’ve decided to share it with you today.
Here it is:
Feel free to laugh. It’s a funny little story about a guinea pig forced to move to Brazil when his owner moves there.