Since introducing the Swiss hooligans into our home a little over a month ago, I have learnt a lot from them.
Including valuable lessons like; 'buying them a huge run and expecting them to be thrilled to have lots of space to eat grass on our wonderful lawn, does not mean they will actually eat grass, or indeed leave their tiny wooden house', or 'it might be an organic hay tunnel from the local farm shop, but the box it came in will be more fun'.
Today was yet another step in my guinea pig education.
Today, thanks to our beautiful hooligans, I got to learn lots of new phrases in German.
English is my mother tongue, but after living in Switzerland for a few years my German is actually pretty decent.
Or so I thought.
Until today.
But it turns out that all those years of German lessons still didn't teach me some important key phrases.
Phrases something along the lines of;
'Hi. I hope your daughter had fun playing at our house this afternoon.
Now you may notice that she isn't wearing the same outfit as the one she was wearing when she came over.
That would be because one of our guinea pigs did a wee on her.
Twice actually.
So her clothes are in our washing machine, and I'll drop them back in a day or two.
I hope that's ok, and we would really love for her to come over and play again sometime' (said as I slowly backed down the stairs and headed towards the driveway).
It quality parenting moments like this that make the whole journey worthwhile.
And if I were the type to name and shame, I'd be looking at a certain Mr Eddi.
Including valuable lessons like; 'buying them a huge run and expecting them to be thrilled to have lots of space to eat grass on our wonderful lawn, does not mean they will actually eat grass, or indeed leave their tiny wooden house', or 'it might be an organic hay tunnel from the local farm shop, but the box it came in will be more fun'.
Today was yet another step in my guinea pig education.
Today, thanks to our beautiful hooligans, I got to learn lots of new phrases in German.
English is my mother tongue, but after living in Switzerland for a few years my German is actually pretty decent.
Or so I thought.
Until today.
But it turns out that all those years of German lessons still didn't teach me some important key phrases.
Phrases something along the lines of;
'Hi. I hope your daughter had fun playing at our house this afternoon.
Now you may notice that she isn't wearing the same outfit as the one she was wearing when she came over.
That would be because one of our guinea pigs did a wee on her.
Twice actually.
So her clothes are in our washing machine, and I'll drop them back in a day or two.
I hope that's ok, and we would really love for her to come over and play again sometime' (said as I slowly backed down the stairs and headed towards the driveway).
It quality parenting moments like this that make the whole journey worthwhile.
And if I were the type to name and shame, I'd be looking at a certain Mr Eddi.
