If for some reason you are itching to try out a new shovel on our back yard (…and if you’ve seen the size of out yard you’ll know I’m using that term very loosely), I’d caution you against it. Because of the unsightly mess it would leave? Nope – and to be quite frank, I couldn’t care less about it, and if I had it my way I’d fill it with concrete and use it for road hockey. However I digress…
No, the real reason is that we now have two dead animals buried back there in rather unsettling shallow graves a-la mafia style. Yes, today our little guinea pig Wilbur died quietly in a bed of woodchips. He was surrounded by those who knew and loved him best: his water bottle and food bowl.
Joking aside, he unfortunately never got a lot of attention since we only had him a few months (January 2009) before Zach was born, and as you can imagine he was relegated rather quickly to ‘number 2’ status in our family. That being said, he was a pretty neat pet and its a sad to no longer have him.
We attempted to explain the situation to Zach but he’s still a bit to young to fully grasp the situation. He just happily said “dead Wilbs” and carried on with his playing!
I’m hoping that he won’t ‘resurrect’ in the springtime. With the ground being frozen it was really hard to dig a deep enough hole.
So, we’re back to having no pets again for the first time since we were married, and I don’t foresee us getting a new one anytime soon … that is until the boys start pining for one! ;)