Clyde

You know you're a Supermom when you fall for the "I don't have a pet of my own" routine and let your seven year old buy a white guinea pig that looks like a giant lab rat. Enter Clyde. or Co-lyde-a-pea J. Schultz as he's sometimes called.

Miss Sarah wanted a pet of her own. One she can hold. Obviously Laurel is no good, because she sleeps with Kate. (Not any more, she wet on the dining room rug last night so she's going to the crate at bedtime for the foreseeable future.)

Clyde came from Petco. He was rolly-poly and had spunk - not like the other guinea pigs who just sat there. No, Clyde went on a running fit and sat in his food dish with a very James Dean look in his beady pig eyes. He's cool!

He's CLYDE!

Welcome to the family.

He's mine too right?

" Now lets review. This is my house.

Stay in your cage and I won't eat you.

If I see you running around just once . . .

I just can't guarantee you won't get hurt."