One morning I was sleeping on the front porch, as I usually do, when Melly appeared with her camera. Melly doesn’t always have time to spend with me on the porch, she usually has to go to work, or work from home or clean the house, but on days when she does have time, she always has her camera. Because she has the camera, she has to use it. This causes her to document my whole life, even the boring parts like me sleeping on the porch. And even from a bad angle like in the photo above.
Luckily, Melly moved to a better photographic position and I took that opportunity to ask her to scratch me. I love being scratched. Around my eye, my ear, under the chin. Ah! So wonderful. You can see how happy I am in the above photo because my fur is all poofed out. That is a sign of happiness in capybaras.
Melly says I am always a little too far away to scratch easily and her arm gets tired, so she stopped scratching me. I’m a proactive capybara though so I immediately went into my sad routine. How could anyone resist me when I look like this? And then I scooted forward on my butt a couple inches. That got her scratching again.
Now that I was closer, I thought it wasn’t too far for Melly to reach down to scratch my stomach. Can you see how happy I am in this photo? Along with my fur being puffed out, I have my eyes closed and my mouth slightly open. This is how I look when I am my happiest.
But, alas, it was not to last. Eventually Melly left me to do something else and I went back to sleep.