In Which Bingo Confesses . . .
My name’s Bingo (the handsome first piggy on the banner!) and I’ve decided to come and say hello to you all. That and admit something. I was inspired to confess by another blog which I read about a guinea pig with the same dark secret. Something about me which annoys Mummy. In fact you can regularly hear her calling/huffing/sighing/shouting “Bingo Behave!”
I am a biter.
There. I said it. It’s in the open now. I’m not proud of it but I just can’t help myself. I see a slipper or sock covered foot and its like another part of me takes over. All of a sudden I’m edging over to it and before anyone can protest or try to stop me I have a cheeky nibble.
I thought everyone liked a bad boy but my Mummy says I’m driving her mad! Shame. I consider it almost an addiction. I can’t seem to stop myself. I have looked but they don’t seem to have ‘Foot Biters Anonymous’ for guinea pigs with problems like mine.
I think my Mummy is just going to have to learn to deal with my issue and see that its nothing personal!
She did get me a load of willow twigs to chew on . . . But its not the same! There’s no howl of surprise from the twig or attempt to run away. Such a let down. Mummy’s going to let us have some floor time now so I’d better go. I hope she remembered to wear her fluffy socks . . . They taste the best!