Life has stinkiness to sell, too. It comes at the price of two guinea pigs. Yuck. Anyone want them? They're going up on KSL or Craigslist in two weeks.
(I gave my kids two weeks to prove that they would
1. Take care of the guinea pigs without being prodded, cajoled, begged, or screamed at.
2. Actually show that they have some affection for said guinea pigs.)
Any guesses on whether or not they're meeting these criteria?
I used to love the first guinea pig (Butch), in a very shallow sense of the word love. But cleaning his cage week after week slowly zapped away the warm fuzzies. Now I just say hi to him when I dump his food in the bowl. He deserves better than that.
So what do you say? Want them?
Good selling job, huh?