Biting Leopolda


My after pool run

I have a little ritual that I follow every afternoon after I get out of the pool. Actually, I have rituals for every time of day, but in this blog post I’m only going to talk about my after pool ritual. Anyway, it starts out with a run, as you can see in the photo above. My run isn’t very long. Sometimes I go all the way to the house, but sometimes I stop as soon as I see something good to eat. Continue reading “Biting Leopolda” »

Capybara Aggression

 

Caplin Rous snarling

Owner’s blog:

This blog post is going to cover the dark side of pet capybaras. You knew that all that cuteness had to be balanced with a touch of danger, didn’t you?

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The Price of Cuteness – Part 2

Litte Boy Blue

Sure there is a price to being cute but there are advantages too. Take a look at this great blanket that my Facebook friend Katie Gallo made for me. It is super soft and the blue really brings out the color of my eyes.

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Don’t fence me out!

 

I'm not asking for your pity... but I'll take it.

If you’ve been following my blog and the adventures of my life, you know that I am recovering from recent surgery. You can see two places where I had stitches in the photo above. I am wondering if this doesn’t give me a more sophisticated, capybara-of-the-world look. I wish Melly had smoothed the hair on the back of my neck before she took this photo though, kind of ruins the mood.

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Scary, scary, night

Me and my crate

Yesterday was a scary day for me and Melly. And for Coral, Sheldon and Elizabeth too. We were all scared and I was the one doing the scaring.

Here’s what happened. Round about 4:30 pm, Melly came looking for me. I was sitting on the threshold of the back door, one of my favorite places. But I wasn’t right. There was something terribly, terribly wrong with me. I was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane and I looked like someone had poured a bucket of water over me that only got the ridge of my back wet and I was drooling a clear viscous liquid like a rabid rodent who was only drooling and not frothing. And I was breathing very quickly and very shallowly.

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