In July, my mum began fostering guinea pigs again without even asking me!!! To make it worse, she brought home a little squeaky-toy BOY pig named, Rye. When I protested, mumma told me, "be nice Callie." Hmmph. (Rye is really spelled: C.O.N.K.***)
(Crunchy Ord'erve Needing Ketchup***)
Well, here is a picture of Rye.