Peanut and Polly
Last April, my family purchased a mother-daughter pair of skinny pigs from a guinea pig shelter in Indianapolis. I’d heard of many people buying pets during the pandemic, and after months of slipping frequent reminders into conversations with my parents, they finally relented. I’d had both guinea and skinny pigs before, but they were always family pets, and I had never had a pet that was specifically mine, so I was even more excited this time around. Skinny pigs are basically furless guinea pigs except for a small patch of fur on their noses, and since they don’t have much fur, they’re hypoallergenic, so my dad and brothers can be around them. The word “skinny” is a play on words to describe their absence of fur, and definitely doesn’t describe their plump bodies. On Guinea Pig Finder, the website where my mom found them, they were listed as Abby and Harriet, which are (in my opinion) terrible names for such...