Reading A Peanut

We're babysitting this week. To be more precise, we're pig-sitting. As in Guinea pig. His name is Peanut and he belongs to Ali's nephew Bret. When he dropped him off Bret was quite serious and precise with his instructions for caring for Peanut. He explained every possible technique for handling the little rascal. He described every noise he might make and how to interpret what they might mean. He even described the position that Peanut's head might take if he were intending to bite.

Apparently Ali missed that part of the lecture. He got her on the left, middle finger deep enough that it bled.

Sammy seems quite taken with the little devil though.


Sammy gives him kisses and nuzzles his ears. Just watch out when Peanut lifts his head and stares at you Sam!

This was my favorite part of Bret and Ali's conversation that night:
Bret: If I got another one I would want it to be a girl.

Ali: What would you name her?

Bret: Walnut. Don't you think that sounds like a girl's name?

Ali: I think I like Hazelnut for a girl a little bit more.