My "skinny pigs" (what they call hairless guinea pigs) either have me trained or are trained by me. They make noises on 2 occasions: When I first get up each day and come downstairs, and when they hear a crinkling sound like that made from rustling plastic bags or cellophane. They've associated these occasions with getting fresh lettuce and other vegetables, which they eat immediately and voraciously upon receiving them. One particularly likes when I hand-feed him, but the other prefers to snatch pieces away and eat them in hiding. Funny how such small creatures can have personalities.
The worst Maya does is smack them in the face. So amusing, yet I can't allow it.
They've already grown so much that they require 2 hands for holding. I don't take them out that often, though, since I imagine they prefer playing with each other rather than with me. I'll probably have these for about 8 years if I keep them for their entire lives, which I hope to want to do. Otherwise, they'll make a nice stew...
The worst Maya does is smack them in the face. So amusing, yet I can't allow it.
They've already grown so much that they require 2 hands for holding. I don't take them out that often, though, since I imagine they prefer playing with each other rather than with me. I'll probably have these for about 8 years if I keep them for their entire lives, which I hope to want to do. Otherwise, they'll make a nice stew...