Let's go for a walk
It did a strange thing at my house this week…it RAINED! Rain is when water falls out of the sky. I think it might have to be cloudy and noisy too with flashes of bright light. But the main thing is the water. It falls everywhere, even on a capybara if he is sitting outside. But not on a Melly. A Melly says she will not go for a walk while it is raining.
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I am fashion forward
For too long I have been stifled by Melly’s need to control my movements when we are out and about. Have you seen what she has done to me? Two harnesses! TWO!!!! And they didn’t even match! How can a capybara even be seen in public dressed like that? So I was pretty excited when Melly and I picked out this new harness for me at PetCo on Saturday. I think the purple color brings out my eyes. Continue reading “The Collar Purple” »
Die, leash, die!
You may remember that I blogged recently about my very first swim in Capybara Creek. Well, I’ve been going swimming in the creek several times per week ever since then. I absolutely LOVE it! It is the most fun a capybara could have. But, again, I am not loving that leash I have to wear when I swim in the creek. In the photo above, you can see how I attempted to sever my earthly bonds and commit myself to the aquatic realm. I know, I have such a cute look in my eye that it is hard to see my anger. Trust me, it is there.
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Do you see a capybara?
Do you see a capybara in the photo above? I’ll be you don’t but I am in it nonetheless. That black line is my new long leash and if you could follow it through this wonderfully opaque water you would find me!
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Me, Jim Perry and Hillary
I am a capybara. I am cute. I have to get used to it. There is nothing I can do about it. But it comes with a cost and that cost is visitors fawning over me, feeding me, scratching and petting me, giving me treats and hugging me. The only one of those things I don’t like is hugging. Capybaras don’t like to be hugged, it reminds us of anacondas.
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