This is totally not the post that I had planned today. I had something much more educational for you but education will have to wait until next week.

Today we need to talk about Petunia.

If you read my blog yesterday you will know that I mentioned the name Petunia.  Petunia is the name that I said Leroy would give me if he could pick a name for me.

Alright, I wrote that post at 10:30 pm Wednesday night.

Thursday morning I got a call from work. It’s never a good sign when your work calls you an hour before you are suppose to be there.

“Jen, we had a surprise left at the front door of the clinic this morning, can you bring some Guinea Pig food for Petunia.” asked the vet tech.

“Seriously? How do you know her name is Petunia?” I replied

“Because she came with a note.” said the vet tech.

Alright, well now that is just down right ironic that her name is Petunia and that Leroy would name me Petunia if he could. It’s not like Petunia is a common name, for a flower yes, for me and a guinea pig, no.

So please meet Petunia:

She’s a cute little pig that the vet estimated to be about 2 years old. She was in pretty good condition except for some matting around her butt area and a minor ear infection.

We cleaned her up and made her feel right at home.

And no, even though some would say this is a sign, she is not joining my family. Not that the thought didn’t cross my mind but Petunia is a girl and Gibby is a boy and we do not want little Gibby-Petunia babies running around.

However, I did find Petunia a very good home with a relative who has 2 guinea pigs already, so she will be staying within the extended family and have guinea pig friends.

Now tell me that’s not ironic.

Having an animal left at the front or back door happens at an animal hospital sometimes and while some people may get angry that someone would just abandon their pet I look at it this way; at least they were responsible enough to take it somewhere where it would be cared for and they did not just let it go free i the wild.