Me with my activity gym
Hey! it’s me again, Mudskipper Rous. I bet you missed me because I haven’t blogged in a while. I’m a very busy capybara.
The photo of me above was taken on Feb. 17th. That was one short month ago. I was just a baby then and could hardly reach my toys. Continue reading “Playtime!” »
The path to Capybara Creek
There is one thing you should know about capybaras: we do not like the cold! I know, I know, Dobbye Winnick lives where it is always cold and you never here him complaining. That is just because he doesn’t know any better. Capybaras and cold weather do not–or at least should not–mix. Nevertheless, it does happen, even here in central Texas, that a terrible cold front blows down from the arctic where the polar bears live. The horrendous nature of this catastrophe cannot be overstated. And what about my swimming? I can’t swim in ice water you know! What is a poor, helpless capybara to do? Continue reading “The Capy in Winter” »
I am a fastidious capybara
People are always asking Melly if I am “house trained.” What is up with that? How rude can you be! I often contemplate asking them right back. If their manners are so poor it is quite possible that they are not house trained! But obviously I am too gentile a capybara to dignify such a question by remarking on it. (In case you are wondering but not so rude as to actually ask, you can learn about my toilet habits by reading my blog post Privacy Please!) Continue reading “Acting Like a Cat” »
Teaching Fresno to swim
Most of my readers probably know that I have a few co-pets. Okay, maybe more than a few. I think people love them as much or more than they love me, so I have decided to let everyone know how they are doing. Continue reading “Co-Pet Update” »
I had a dream
I had a dream the other day, that large rodents and small rodents, tailed and tailless, brown and black and spotted, would all be featured in a special edition of National Geographic Magazine. That dream is, as yet, unfulfilled. The magazine cover shown above is a sham. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t made progress. It looks like at least one rodent, yours truly, may well appear in this prestigious periodical!
Continue reading “National Geographic and Me” »