A couple of months ago, Alfalfa started hanging out under my desk. At first he was not a welcome guest. I thought his intentions were to get closer to my toes…so he could bite them. I was wrong. Alfalfa started to snuggle up to my feet. He even would lie across one or both of my feet. I love that. So, I let him hang out under the desk. Not a big deal…right?
Next, I saw that Alfalfa was a bit cold some days. I laid several pieces of fleece on the floor. Alfalfa seemed to like it. He would lie in the area under the desk away from my feet. Not a problem I thought. As long as I kept my feet away from him, he would leave my toes alone. I learned not to put my feet near him. Besides he was happy; I was happy. It was a win-win situation. It was a small adjustment…right?
I do spoil Alfalfa a bit. I thought that adding a cozy would keep him happy and warm…and away from my toes. Well, Alfalfa began to become more and more possessive of the area. Any time that I would put my feet anywhere under his desk, he would go after my toes. I began to learn to not put my feet under the desk when I sat down. I had to tuck my feet under my chair to ensure my toes were safe. It worked for a while. It was a small habit change…right?
Then, I found piles of hay under his desk. Alfalfa was dragging hay from his feeder to the area under his desk. I gave in a bought him a hay hanger. I thought it would keep the area cleaner. I also thought he would stay away from my toes. It was a small sacrifice…right?
Well, fast forward to today. Alfalfa owns the area under the desk. I am not allowed to put my feet under the desk when he is there. He will bite my toes when I do. Even when I have my feet tucked under my chair, he tries to bite my toes. I have put on slippers and stuck my feet under his desk. He ties to pee on them. ‘Why don’t you just kick him out?’ you’re wondering. I have tried. I have ‘cleaned out’ and ‘smelled out’ the area of his markings to no avail. He just throws a huge temper tantrum. As you know, his temper tantrums are nothing to mess with. It’s just a small part of the apartment…right?
So, I sit here today, writing this blog, with my feet tucked under my chair, and Alfalfa waiting to get my toes. I have lost another area of my house…to a guinea pig. I can’t complain. It’s all in the name of a happy guinea pig. After all, if he’s happy, I’m happy…right?
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