Pig, Nashville Style
September 10, 2003
Thought we should go ahead and share some rodent pix. I would like to point out that it was Kay who goaded me back in June to bring a guinea pig into the brood. She had just adopted Hammy the hamster and was in the throes of small furry pet love. Being the suburban type that I am, we opted for the larger-scale creature. Her cage fits right into the back seat of the Mom Bomb.
I wouldn’t call Squeaker a slow mover; I’d call her a nonmover. What kind of rodent sits stock still for hours under a towel? What kind of rodent can you photograph in low light with no flash?
David, seven years old, points out that the capybara is a rodent too, the largest in the world. A hundred pounds or so. He seemed to be agitating for one.
There is a fiber arts element to this photo. My sainted mother and equally sainted grandmother needlepointed ten chair covers sometime in the sixties. For some reason I equate the moon landing with needlepoint, Vietnam with needlepoint, Nixon with needlepoint, “Family Affair” with needlepoint. These chair covers were a part of life for many years. I’m thinking about “The Dean Martin Show” even as I gaze at it right now.
Looking forward to meeting Hammy. Hate to say it, but my rodent could take yours in a second . . .