I was still kind of a baby when I was one. I weighed about 80 pounds (35kg) but I was still growing.
Not too many people had pet capybaras in 2010. I was pretty spoiled.
She was still working, but when she was home, she was all mine!
It’s hard to believe that little X-Pen kept me in my kitchen area. I could have jumped over, but I still liked to be a good boy. Sometimes.
Sometimes I had guests, but this darling little duck pecked my eyeball! She had been abandoned by her mother, but I didn’t want her, either! She turned into Winky and went to live outdoors.
I didn’t sleep indoors any more. I got a fancy wall heater after I tried to rub my morrillo on that heat lamp! Ooops!
It was a good year.
I did a lot more swimming in my second year, and hadn’t eaten any big pools yet.
Everyone admired my growing morrillo.
There was a lot of rubbing to do in the front yard. Big boys get to explore the entire yard!
There were big changes in the back yard, too! Compare the next two photos! I’m not talking about the snow, either!
The Farm Manager had a bathroom built for me!
I made footprints in my first snow. I don’t like it, but that is what the kitchen is for!
Happy birthday to me!
Thank you! It’s a relief to be eight years old. Seven was an extremely difficult year, and there were times I wasn’t sure I would make it to this birthday! My aching back is on the mend, I’m not planning to fracture any more teeth this year, and my autobiography is coming right along!
It was kind of a bad year wasn’t it, Dobby?
I had a couple year’s worth of bad luck last year, clearing the deck for a spectacular spring, summer, and fall! Winter is always nasty, so the best I can hope for is boring. A boring winter sounds almost pleasant.