Boys of RDA
If I didn't know what we were discussing, I'd feel like a child caught trying to steal food from the fridge.
"It's how they say thank you." I continue talking since he's still quiet. Maybe he hopes it's a joke. "If they're really comfortable with you sometimes they pee."
Now his head flops of the side. "They say thank you by pooping on you?" he asks, but a small corner of his lips twitches with the question.
"Yes, it's the guinea pig way. Come on, big guy, you can handle this," I say slapping him on the middle of the back as I walk the short hallway.
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