Teeth and Creek

My teeth

If you’ve been following my blog, you know I’ve been having some problems with my teeth, cute as they are. In this post I’m going to give you an update on them AND I’m going to tell you about something really incredible that happened in my creek! Continue reading “Teeth and Creek” »

Walk & Roll

The road less traveled (at least by me)

I’ve been a pretty sheltered capybara most of my life and this has taught me a few things. Firstly, I do not like to travel in cars. Cars go to the vet and the vet is scary. Sometimes cars go nowhere and you end up right back where you started. This is also scary because you don’t know that’s going to happen until a human opens the car door and lets you get out. Secondly, I learned that fear is kind of exciting. I am afraid of new things and new places and yet I crave them. It’s a paradox that I cannot resolve. I want to go outside the yard but I am sure I am going to be eaten by a monster if I do. Melly and Rick are both determined that I become accustomed to both of these things: car rides and the wide world.  This morning they decided to give me another lesson in it.

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What a Weekend!

Me with Alex (aka Rezoner)

Me with Alex (aka Rezoner)

Did anyone ever tell you never to meet someone you know from the internet in person? Gosh, I blew that warning to shreds this weekend! Do you see that photo above? That is me sitting on the couch with my friend Alex, aka Rezoner. Rezoner and I “met” when I was just a baby ‘bara and only had a MySpace page to my name. In fact, Rezoner found me through my owner’s old blog, possibly from the very first reference to me on the internet EVER.

I call Rezoner my Russian stalker. He’s not really a stalker though, he’s just a fanatic–I mean fan. And he lives in Boston, not in Russia. And I have lots of Russian fans when it comes down to it. But since he was my very first Russian fan, he gets to keep the title, caveats aside.

Anyway, Rezoner had to come to San Antonio this weekend for a conference and so we finally got to meet in person! You can see by the photo above that we really hit it off. The photo below shows why.

Rezoner offering me a bowl of blueberry yogurt.

Rezoner offering me a bowl of blueberry yogurt.

Let it never be said that my affection cannot be bought by treats! Plus, look at this, he brought a stuffed capybara named Carpincho with him.

Me with Carpincho

Me with Carpincho

You may remember Carpincho from my post about capybaras at Moscow zoo. You can imagine how surprised I was to see Carpincho. That toy capybara is a serious world traveler!

You might think that was enough excitement, and it sure would have been, but there was even more in store for me. Two new admirers showed up. Shruti from my owner’s work and Shruti’s husband Vikram came over to my house too! We had a serious party going on.

Me, Carpincho, Rezoner, Shruti & Vikram

Me, Carpincho, Rezoner, Shruti & Vikram

You can see the party was (naturally) centered on me.  I loved that. Everyone was petting me and giving me treats. This is the life.  I really thought it couldn’t get any better…but it did!

My owner and Sheldon, who was also there for the party, put my harness on me and the whole lot of us went out to the creek. It rained again and the creek was full to the brim.

The water in Capybara Creek was cold so I had to ease myself in

The water in Capybara Creek was cold so I had to ease myself in

It was actually deep enough for a serious swim.

Me swimming in Capybara Creek

Me swimming in Capybara Creek

Look how much room I had to roam around in.

Me in Capybara Creek--and this isn't even the deep part

Me in Capybara Creek--and this isn't even the deep part

If it hadn’t been so cold, they never would have gotten me out!

These little plants are quite tasty

These little plants are quite tasty

The plants on the bank were almost irresistable. They weren’t there a couple of weeks ago. This rain stuff is pretty amazing. It fills the creek with water to swim in and the ground with food to eat. Wow!

So you’d think that would be it, wouldn’t you? What a day I’d had already. But it was getting to be lunch time and we all piled into cars and headed to Austin Java for a quick bite.

You’ll never guess but I met two more friends there. Bob Cooksey is someone I’d been trying to meet up with for a while. He was at work downtown and managed to spend his lunch hour with us.

Me with Bob Cooksey at Austin Java

Me with Bob Cooksey at Austin Java

It was great meeting him! Of course, he loved me. Maybe someday someone will be disappointed when they meet me but it hasn’t happened yet.

And my friend @FabiolaThrasher (aka Etienne) whom I’d met at my birthday party was there too. Wow. My owner didn’t get any photos of me with her so I’m kind-of mad about that.

Of course, I met lots of new friends too.

Me and my owner at Austin Java

Me and my owner at Austin Java

I even did a few tricks for them. Can you see that I am standing in the photo above? It’s not a big stand, I’ll only do that for yogurt. But I will do a trick in public for a pear. I also shook hands but only with my owner.

So what a weekend! I hope every one of my readers had as good a time as I did. And maybe someday I’ll get to meet you all. What a party we could have!

\@FabiolaThrasher

Capybara Creek

3-month-old me swimming in the creek.

3-month-old me swimming in "Garlic Creek".

I guess everyone knows that my humans, co-pets and I live out in “the country.” Well, my owner says it’s not so much the country now as it was when she first moved here but I don’t remember any of that. I’m only a little over two years old so I guess I am too young to notice the changes she’s always complaining about.

Be that as it may, we live in the country and have several acres of land. Right in front of our house is a wet-weather creek. The creek is named Garlic Creek and, when there is water in it, it flows into Onion Creek. I guess humans think that is cute. Actually, the creek is formed from two smaller creeks just upstream from our house. My owner’s son, Philip, named the smaller one Philip’s Branch when they first moved here.

Baby me climbing down the bank into a partially full creek.

Baby me climbing down the bank into a partially full creek.

As a baby capybara, I remember frolicking in that creek with great abandon. Ah, those were the carefree days of babybarahood!

I always wanted to go downstream to find the Amazon.

I always wanted to go downstream to find the Amazon.

Then the creek dried up. It stayed almost completely dry for the past two years. Every time my owner took me for a walk around the property, I would go to that creek and look for water. Rarely there would be enough for a mud bath but never enough for a swim. Of course, as I got bigger and bigger, a swim required more and more water so things were working against me.

Mud is good but I really missed swimming.

Mud is good but I really missed swimming.

Then one day a couple of weeks ago something magical happened. It rained. And then it rained again! And again! And then the creek was full. I couldn’t believe my little capy eyes when my owner and Sheldon took me down to the bridge and I saw all that water. You cannot imagine how it set my capy heart a-flutter!

Needless to say, I jumped right in. I guess I should have waited for my owner to unsnap the leash but I just couldn’t contain myself. It was as if a dream that I had dreamed every day of my life had suddenly come true. I could swim! I could roll in the mud. I climbed over logs. Eventually I even let my owner take the leash off. I chewed on submerged sticks. Frogs and tadpoles swam out of my way as I streaked through the water. I even completely submerged and traveled underwater for a fair distance.

Finally! I got to go swimming in the creek again.

Finally! I got to go swimming in the creek again.

I have decided to rename the creek. Garlic Creek is a dumb name anyway. I am naming it Capybara Creek. My owner and I will call it that from now on. It is a beautiful name. And someday someone will see that name and imagine a capybara (me) swimming in the murky waters of Capybara Creek. I will be immortalized.

Me in Capybara Creek.

Me in Capybara Creek.