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I have a new pet (epic)
Grrr. I am just so pissed off right now that I could SCREAM! All this happened in the last two hours.
So, guest leaves, says he has to go depart on a bus. This guest is kinda off. The other day, he didn't know what day it was, or when he was supposed to leave. He came down to get toilet paper two days in a row. That's a lot of TP for one person. But, I digress. This guest was just...just weird, and today he left, but he left a bunch of stuff scattered in his room, so I told Housekeeping to save it until last in case he came back.
Housekeeping saves it until last, and there's still no sign of the guy. Housekeeping tells me there is a lot of stuff up there, so I go to help them pack it up. I go up there, and the room is FILTHY! There's a lot of stuff, but it's like dishes, and papers (and quite a fair amount of rotting food...yuck!), and a few random articles of clothing. He had bells and tinsel hung up all around the lamps, and he had little electronic faux-candles flickering all over the table and nightstand. He had books of stamps stuffed up IN the lampshades! Words cannot describe the level of filth and chaos that is this room. There's no luggage or backpack to put things in, so we stuff it all in plastic bags. Since there was no luggage and not a lot of things like clothing, it was difficult to say if he was really coming back for it or not.
At first, I was actually going to say leave the room for the night since we weren't busy, but Housekeeping found a cooking spoon. No drugs, just a really badly melted spoon. Then, I turned the door back and...there's finger paint (or something like that) ALL over the door! Plus, it looked like he picked pepperonis off a pizza and stuck them up all over the mirror.
So I say f**k it, pack his sh*t up and BAN him!
We noticed there was some pet food (for rodents/rabbits) scattered about on the floor, and there was a set mousetrap in the room. Housekeeping and I were like
Maybe he was trying to catch a mouse by luring it with food? We shut the door, just in case there was an animal in the room.
I was carefully bagging the guy's sh*t up (keeping a close eye out for needles), and told Housekeeping to strip everything off the bed. So housekeeping pulls off the top blanket.
"SQUEEEEEEEEEE! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Housekeeping freezes. We look at each other.
HK: "Oh God, there's an animal in here!"
We frantically start searching for the animal all around and under the bed. The whole time, it's going "Squeee!" and "Squirk!" And I know exactly what it was because I grew up with that sound.
HK: "Aaaah!"
I look up, and HK has her hands on a blanket lump on the bed.
HK: "This lump just moved! There is something under here!"
I pat the lump. "SQUEEEEEEEE!"
I lift the blanket. Nope, it was under the sheets. I lift up the sheets, and can immediately see the feces and urine stains. The animal tried to scurry further into the sheets, while I tried to grab it and HK tried to pin it from above the blankets.
Finally, I pull out a little guinea pig. The little guy was really young. He was absolutely terrified.
We look around. There was no cage of any sort. We found a small cardboard box that seemed to be his "habitat", as it was filled with cotton balls and had some food scattered in there. No water, though.
We empty the box and put him in there, and set him aside while we finish packing up the room. I call the Front Desk to inform them. Head Housekeeper overhears, and comes up to check it out.
Of course, everyone wants him immediately! He's a light brown Abyssinian(?) with white patches, and he is tiny and ADORABLE! I took him back to my room, where I had carrot sticks, and also got him a bowl of water. The little guy was HUNGRY! Who knows how long he'd been without food and water. I was PISSED that someone would do that to an animal!
We took the rest of the guy's crap to the office. I put him on the Do Not Rent list. I told the GSR that if he came back, he could have his crap, but there was no way in HELL the guinea pig was going to be returned to him after the condition I found him in!
I noticed the box came from a local pet store. I figured the guy probably bought the guinea pig (possibly while high) thinking "Aw, cute little furry!", and then ditched him.
So after work, I grab the dog to keep him out of the room (he's good with little furries under supervision, but I don't trust him unsupervised) and went to the pet store. I spoke with the cashier, who knew immediately the guy I was talking about. Apparently, our guest regularly liked to come in and look at the animals. The cashier said sometimes the guy was weird, but other times he seemed normal.
I explained the conditions I found the little guy in (as well as how the guest had trashed the room), and showed him a pic of the guinea pig to make sure it was the same guy we were talking about. I told the cashier that I had no trouble adopting the guinea pig, since I grew up with them and love having little rodents as pets, and that they probably shouldn't sell this guy any more animals. The cashier agreed, and said I was definitely welcome to adopt him.
Head Housekeeper said she has a big cage that would be perfect. She's bringing it tomorrow to sell me. I picked up bedding, a water bottle, and one of those little plastic huts (and some chew toys) for the guinea pig (I already have food at home, thanks to Hubby's hamster, and there was an empty food dish in the room). So tomorrow morning the guinea pig will have a nice big cage. Tonight, he has water, all the carrots and dry food he can eat, and fresh cozy bedding in his box.
We're pretty sure he's a he, at least. The guy at the pet store said he thought it was a male, though he wasn't certain, and he's too young to really tell (he's only 5 weeks old!). In the tradition of naming my guinea pigs after Lord of the Rings characters, I have dubbed him Pippin. (Aragorn and Boromir came before him.)
The thing is, I've been thinking about getting a new guinea pig for a while. My last one (Boromir) lived a pretty decent lifespan, but at the end became ill with an infection. The vet had him put on antibiotics, but he didn't recover and ultimately died. That was about three years ago. I felt like crap, because I loved the hell out of the little guy, and wasn't sure I was emotionally ready to take on another one. Hubs almost got me one for my birthday last year, but I told him I wasn't ready. Now, it seems the universe has given me one whether I like it or not.
So I'm furious with this guy. He's really, really pissed me off!
But on the plus side, I was able to save a furry little animal. 
BTW, here's Pippin:
So, guest leaves, says he has to go depart on a bus. This guest is kinda off. The other day, he didn't know what day it was, or when he was supposed to leave. He came down to get toilet paper two days in a row. That's a lot of TP for one person. But, I digress. This guest was just...just weird, and today he left, but he left a bunch of stuff scattered in his room, so I told Housekeeping to save it until last in case he came back.
Housekeeping saves it until last, and there's still no sign of the guy. Housekeeping tells me there is a lot of stuff up there, so I go to help them pack it up. I go up there, and the room is FILTHY! There's a lot of stuff, but it's like dishes, and papers (and quite a fair amount of rotting food...yuck!), and a few random articles of clothing. He had bells and tinsel hung up all around the lamps, and he had little electronic faux-candles flickering all over the table and nightstand. He had books of stamps stuffed up IN the lampshades! Words cannot describe the level of filth and chaos that is this room. There's no luggage or backpack to put things in, so we stuff it all in plastic bags. Since there was no luggage and not a lot of things like clothing, it was difficult to say if he was really coming back for it or not.
At first, I was actually going to say leave the room for the night since we weren't busy, but Housekeeping found a cooking spoon. No drugs, just a really badly melted spoon. Then, I turned the door back and...there's finger paint (or something like that) ALL over the door! Plus, it looked like he picked pepperonis off a pizza and stuck them up all over the mirror.
So I say f**k it, pack his sh*t up and BAN him!We noticed there was some pet food (for rodents/rabbits) scattered about on the floor, and there was a set mousetrap in the room. Housekeeping and I were like
Maybe he was trying to catch a mouse by luring it with food? We shut the door, just in case there was an animal in the room.I was carefully bagging the guy's sh*t up (keeping a close eye out for needles), and told Housekeeping to strip everything off the bed. So housekeeping pulls off the top blanket.
"SQUEEEEEEEEEE! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Housekeeping freezes. We look at each other.
HK: "Oh God, there's an animal in here!"
We frantically start searching for the animal all around and under the bed. The whole time, it's going "Squeee!" and "Squirk!" And I know exactly what it was because I grew up with that sound.
HK: "Aaaah!"
I look up, and HK has her hands on a blanket lump on the bed.
HK: "This lump just moved! There is something under here!"
I pat the lump. "SQUEEEEEEEE!"
I lift the blanket. Nope, it was under the sheets. I lift up the sheets, and can immediately see the feces and urine stains. The animal tried to scurry further into the sheets, while I tried to grab it and HK tried to pin it from above the blankets.
Finally, I pull out a little guinea pig. The little guy was really young. He was absolutely terrified.
We look around. There was no cage of any sort. We found a small cardboard box that seemed to be his "habitat", as it was filled with cotton balls and had some food scattered in there. No water, though.
We empty the box and put him in there, and set him aside while we finish packing up the room. I call the Front Desk to inform them. Head Housekeeper overhears, and comes up to check it out.
Of course, everyone wants him immediately! He's a light brown Abyssinian(?) with white patches, and he is tiny and ADORABLE! I took him back to my room, where I had carrot sticks, and also got him a bowl of water. The little guy was HUNGRY! Who knows how long he'd been without food and water. I was PISSED that someone would do that to an animal!
We took the rest of the guy's crap to the office. I put him on the Do Not Rent list. I told the GSR that if he came back, he could have his crap, but there was no way in HELL the guinea pig was going to be returned to him after the condition I found him in!
I noticed the box came from a local pet store. I figured the guy probably bought the guinea pig (possibly while high) thinking "Aw, cute little furry!", and then ditched him.
So after work, I grab the dog to keep him out of the room (he's good with little furries under supervision, but I don't trust him unsupervised) and went to the pet store. I spoke with the cashier, who knew immediately the guy I was talking about. Apparently, our guest regularly liked to come in and look at the animals. The cashier said sometimes the guy was weird, but other times he seemed normal.
I explained the conditions I found the little guy in (as well as how the guest had trashed the room), and showed him a pic of the guinea pig to make sure it was the same guy we were talking about. I told the cashier that I had no trouble adopting the guinea pig, since I grew up with them and love having little rodents as pets, and that they probably shouldn't sell this guy any more animals. The cashier agreed, and said I was definitely welcome to adopt him.
Head Housekeeper said she has a big cage that would be perfect. She's bringing it tomorrow to sell me. I picked up bedding, a water bottle, and one of those little plastic huts (and some chew toys) for the guinea pig (I already have food at home, thanks to Hubby's hamster, and there was an empty food dish in the room). So tomorrow morning the guinea pig will have a nice big cage. Tonight, he has water, all the carrots and dry food he can eat, and fresh cozy bedding in his box.
We're pretty sure he's a he, at least. The guy at the pet store said he thought it was a male, though he wasn't certain, and he's too young to really tell (he's only 5 weeks old!). In the tradition of naming my guinea pigs after Lord of the Rings characters, I have dubbed him Pippin. (Aragorn and Boromir came before him.)
The thing is, I've been thinking about getting a new guinea pig for a while. My last one (Boromir) lived a pretty decent lifespan, but at the end became ill with an infection. The vet had him put on antibiotics, but he didn't recover and ultimately died. That was about three years ago. I felt like crap, because I loved the hell out of the little guy, and wasn't sure I was emotionally ready to take on another one. Hubs almost got me one for my birthday last year, but I told him I wasn't ready. Now, it seems the universe has given me one whether I like it or not.
So I'm furious with this guy. He's really, really pissed me off!
But on the plus side, I was able to save a furry little animal. BTW, here's Pippin:
Welcome to a happy life, Pippin!
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