Guinea Pigs: A Personal Narrative Of My Life

Then I begged my mom and dad for a guinea pig for a long time. And after a long time of begging and telling them how responsible I was, my mom and dad finally broke down. They said, “ Fine, you can have a guinea pig, but you have to agree to take care of it.” “ Yes!” , I shouted. So my mom took me to the pet store to get the guinea pig a cage. We went to a pet store that was closing, so everything was ½ off . We got a large blue cage with a wire top, a wooden house, a metal food bowl, and a bunch of toys. Then the day after that we went to a different pet store to get the guinea pig. I ended up choosing a male, baby guinea pig.

Christmas break was finally over, so it was time to return to the stressful world known as school. I wanted to check on my guinea pig, Sparky, when I first woke up at six o’clock a.m. to see how he was doing. However, once I had lifted the small pink den that he slept under, I had discovered the ugly truth. The guinea pig that I had adopted from PetSmart nearly two weeks ago lay there unmoving, motionless. I had tried picking him up to put him in his small carrier, but he was very stiff and heavy, so I decided to leave him until my parents had found out.

It all started the day a family wanted to give away some kittens. She called my mother-in-law and told her that we could come over and look at some of kittens and that we could have one of them, because she could not keep them all. So we went over to her house and hung out for a little while and looked at the kittens. I do not think that they were a month old at that time on the account of their size. The original plan was only to take home, but that is not what happened. We all started talking and playing with the kittens, I had one and my husband had another. They both seemed like us so much that the family friend kind of haggled us into taking both the female and the male home, who we named Lily and Wade. Interestingly enough, the male cat’s name came from a comic book character.

In Guinea, there are too many peoples and languages and cultures to name here. It is a massive region which spans to several thousand miles of coast in Western Africa, from the fringes of the Sahara to the southern ocean. It is here where the business of capturing slaves for their transportation to the new world is completed. The Niger river winds northeast into the continent for thousands of miles, and in the vast river basin from which its might is drawn is situated the kingdom of Tonga which reaches from the coast to an indefinite boundary inland, the extent of which is not known I believe to any one man. In the interior of the kingdom, our rule is nominal, tributorial. So, no repercussions were felt by our people as a result of this subjection,

When I was a little girl, I carried around a stuffed Rottweiler dog that was almost life sized. His name was Coco. I loved Coco as much as a little girl could love anything. All the photos from my childhood consisted of two things: blonde pigtails and Coco.

My first dog was a German Shepard/Chow named Brandy. My parents adopted her before I was born so she wasn’t really mine. She was more of the family’s dog. My family then adopted Holly, a Chocolate Lab/German pointer. She was a Christmas present for my brother and I. Near the end of middle school, we had to put Brandy down. She was eighteen years old and had lived a good, long life. A little while after Brandy passed, we adopted Ivy, a Black Lab/German Shepard. Right before I came to college, I also adopted another dog, Iris, a Lab/Shepard mix from a rescue. My past experience with dogs has led to a life-long love of animals which helped contributed to my becoming a

The clearest memory I can remember is when I was only four or five years old. My mom bought my twin sister and me a pair of little kittens for some reason I seem to-maybe it was our birthday...maybe-not remember. As soon as my mother gave them to us, we fell in love instantly. Even though I loved my kittens, I can’t seem to recall any happy memory with any of them (not even their sex), what I do remember clearly, is a not so pleasant memory that adults assume kids would have with their favorite pet.

When I was 7 years old, I fell in love with a psychotic cat. I’ve always had an affinity for animals; I had two dogs and 30 fish that occupied a huge tank in my dining room by the time I was 5--but I loved this cat. She was a birthday present from my mom, who let me pick any kitten I wanted. When I went to choose, a black cat with orange and white splotches climbed up her cage to get my attention. I put her front paws on my shoulder and her hind legs under my hand as she started to play with my hair as if it was yarn. I wanted to take her home right then.

My family had only one dog a few years back, her name was Kenzi. She was half Corgi and half Black Lab. Originally I was the one who picked her, she was really cute but she always went to mom and I wanted a dog to play with. So, I started asking mom if we could get another dog, I would go to her constantly to see if we could get another. A while later a friend of ours came to spend the week with us.

When I was a kid I always wanted a cat, I even had a stuffed cat with gold and brown fur that I called Sammy. I had the stuffed cat for many years and you could tell, because it was missing an eye and most of its stuffing. My parents wouldn’t buy me a cat, because my mom didn’t like cats. One day I saw a stray cat in my yard and it looked exactly like my stuffed cat Sammy. When I saw the cat I thought that it was my chance to finally have a cat, so I took a box, put it over the cat, and it was trapped in there. I ran to my parents and told them that i caught a cat. My parents said that i shouldn’t keep the cat in the box and that i could keep it if it stays outside. I ran to the cat, took the box off of it, and it ran away. A couple days later

I got my stuffed animal when I was just 3, a brown and black colored stuffed dog with soft short fur, by my brother because he was “too old for stuffed animals” and moved on to legos and transformers toys that you could get at walmart for $5. I would always secretly take Bruno (my stuffed animal) from his room before he gave me it, because I was an annoying typical little sister that would love to get their big brother mad at them and never get in trouble for it, I would then take it to my garage and play with it while messing around with my dad’s computer and printer and print out Tarzan pictures. Bruno looks like the first dog I ever got, my dog was sick and depressed because we had a small backyard and he was a big dog so he got taken somewhere nice where there’s a lot of room for him to run and play, well at least that’s what my dad told

I chose to write about my stuffed animals because they have a special meaning to me. When I was little my birth mom got me a stuffed animal and I absolutely adored that thing It was a black Puppies with brown spots I got it when I was at the age of 7. I named her Sally and I don't know why I chose the name it just came to me and it just stuck. She was there when I needed her. I took it everywhere and never let it out of my sight. And when I was taken away that all took with me and I still have it to this day. But now I can't sleep without one stuffed animal. They hold a special place in my heart I really don’t know why they just do. I have names for every one and a birth date for them too. I know it’s a little weird that

I choose to go to the pet store and I tried my luck by asking my mom if I could have a guinea pig. Surprisingly, she agreed to letting me have a guinea pig under a few conditions - she is not responsible for paying for any of his food, cage, medical needs, and she will not watch him for me. I did not know much about guinea pigs, but I read about them to get an understanding. I agreed, immediately, without a thorough idea of anything she told me because this was my first pet, it he belonged to me. I named my new furry friend, Spike and from day one he was a big responsibility in my life. I woke up regularly to the sound of a high pitched squeal, a sign he was hungry and another sign I had to get up and feed him. For the first time in my life, I was solely responsible for the well-being of another life; a quite scary feeling. When the time came to go off to college, Spike came with me. My mom was actually serious when she said she would not look after Spike for me. Spike stayed with me during my first year of college and passed away on the first day of my second year. I enjoyed the time spent with him because he was my first ‘official’ pet and I learned how to be more responsible, budget money in order to buy his food, and think of someone other than myself. Spike brought comfort while being in an unfamiliar territory and he lived his purpose to get me where I

On April 5th, 2009, the day after my ninth birthday, I angrily sent my friend home so I could go on a “stupid car ride.” It turned out, my parents had sent my friend home so I could pick a new friend, a black lab. Isabella, Izzy, Bella, she responds to them all, at almost nine years old she still acts like a puppy. My parents decided to get her right when I began to grow up. When she turned three I began middle school and by five I started junior high. Soon, she will turn nine and I will graduate high school and begin my freshman year of college. My dog helped me through my fear of the dark by sleeping at the foot of my bed every night until I could sleep on my own. She has helped me with breakups, fights with friends, bad grades and bad

After reading through the dos and don'ts of read-aloud books, There were two particular books that came to mind that fall into each category. For the Dos of reading, Trelease lists using plenty of expression while reading, and if possible, changing the tone of your voice to fit the dialogue (p. 75). The True Story of the Three Little Pigs would be an excellent choice for a read-aloud book based upon this suggestion. For example, the reader could change their voice to sound stuffy when the wolf talks about having a terrible sneezing cold. When reading Mr. Pigs dialogue, the reader could change their voice to sound loud, gruff, and annoyed as Mr. Pig yells “Go away wolf. You can’t come in. I’m shaving the hairs on my chinny chin chin.”