Well, it all started when I got my hamster. Don't get me wrong, I love all animals, but that hamster was kind of mean. So my mom said, hey, why don't we get you a guinea pig instead? My mom always was the animal person, like me, and my dad and sister were always haters.
So my dad didn't really care, because, you know, its just one guinea pig. So we got Bacon for a little while, and one day, a few months later, my mom said something about getting another one. After that, on Bacon's made-up birthday, I got Eggs. I personally have no idea how my mom convinced him, because she only said I was getting another one, and I guess that was that. I guess my mom would be supportive, but there's no way they would let me get a bigger cage when they are in the pantry, that's why I said Christmas. The thing is, the other day, I was sending a Christmas list to my grandma, and I somehow said to my mom, I want a bigger guinea pig cage. And she said, put it on your Christmas list. I have no idea where that came from. With my sister, she hates my guinea pigs anyway so there's no way I can get a bigger cage with her. She was fine when I only had one guinea pig, but now that there's two it just put her over.