Pet-sitting

I came across a rather strange sight in the lounge this evening. Karen was armed with a pair of nail cutters, David was primed with a torch and Gizmo was wrapped in a towel on Karen's lap. Gizmo is a Guinea Pig of the Abyssinian variety and needed a claw trim. You have to be careful with Cavies as they have blood supplies into the upper parts of their claws. (He has his very own styptic pencil just in case.)

Needless to say, Gizmo wasn't overly keen and blood was drawn. Fortunately, it was Karen's!

He didn't seem particularly traumatised afterwards, and wheeked away as normal whilst I was cutting the celery and peppers later for our packed lunches.

Being responsible pet owners, we have to ensure he is looked after if we are away. We are going on a short "mini-cruise" (i.e. a ferry) later in the year and scouted around, eventually finding a small-pet sitter not too far away. The name of the business? the rather delightful pun- Wheeks Away!