I just woke up. No really…I just woke up. So, this blog is going to be a bit different from what I had planned originally for today. About three hours ago, I finished dinner. My back was really bothering me. One of the best things that I can do for my back is take some medicine and lie down on the floor to stretch out. So, I lay down on the floor in the boys’ area. I figured that I would hang with my boys while my back relaxed…
Did I mention that I’ve been having problems sleeping because of my back? Yeah, I haven’t slept well in quite a while. So, I quickly fell asleep. I was out cold for three hours. A lot can happen during three hours. You can watch a good movie. You can drive about 200 miles. And, your two guinea pigs can pull a joke on you.
As I drifted out of sleep, I felt two things: something was nibbling on my nose and my left hand was in a warm puddle. I opened my eyes and saw a black and white blur. “Lamont,” I yawned, “That’s my nose, dude.” He didn’t care and continued to sample my nose like it was gourmet cherry. I blew out air from my nose in an attempt to discourage more nibbling. Lamont popcorned and reached out to nibble again. “Duuuudddeee…” I warned a bit louder. Lamont realized I was awake, turned, and ran leaving a trail of beans behind.
I sighed and closed my eyes. As I started to lift my arm, I felt the warm wet substance roll up my arm. “Yuck!” I said lowering it back down. “Fred!” I called. He came trotting up from my feet. “Come here, dude,” I said. Fred approached my face. “Listen,” I said, “I know you peed on my hand…” Fred popcorned in response. “Uhhhhuuuuu…” I sighed, “Get your butt out of here, you bratt…” Fred quickly followed in Lamont’s tracks.
I sat up keeping my hand as close as possible to its original position. As I looked down I saw it was wet. But there was another present in my palm. One of the boys had left a bean on my palm. I started to giggle. “How did one of you two manage that?” I asked turning to the boys at my left. Fred and Lamont mistook my tone for praise. Both started popcorning. “Yea,” I agreed, “I’d be excited too if I managed that one…” I giggled at my boys. They sensed my emotions and started to run zoomies past me. “Silly boys,” I called as they passed.
Both boys ran several laps in front of me. Lamont skidded to a stop. “You want some ear scratches?” I asked. He jumped. “Ok, dude,” I said reaching out to pet him. The bean fell out of my palm. “Uhhhhmmmm,” I said, “Let me wash my hands first.”
I don’t know how one of the boys managed to pee on my hand and leave a bean there too. I suspect it was Fred. But, Lamont has developed a silly streak since he’s come home. I’m just wondering if it was a gift of love or something else… But, I’m thinking love.