I am taking applications for a pig-sitter.

Katie: "I will SO walk your pig. I'm serious."

My poor little guinea pig. He's been so neglected lately, since I've been insanely busy with school and such. Guinea pigs have a small but significant vocabulary of squeaks they make to communicate, and yesterday I definitely got the "Pay attention to me!" squeak. Poor baby.

So in any case, Katie has offered to come and play with him. Seems like a good deal to me. She has even offered to get a leash for him and walk him down the street. I think he might make it about half a block. But you never know, he might just enjoy the fresh air.