Meet my stuffed guinea pigs, Martha and Elizabeth
Who says grown men can't think guinea pigs are adorable.
Dr. Rogers won't let me get a service dog, it is part of my specific 'Care Plan'.
And I can't keep real guinea pigs. I used to have two adorable little guys named Doc and Wyatt (after Doc Holiday and Wyatt Earp). I really miss them.
So meet Elizabeth and Martha. I know they are only stuffed guinea pigs, but they make me happy. I am learning to embrace my Williams Syndrome.
I will take them with me to my court case with the Superior Court of Justice, whenever that may be. Now I just need to find a specific type of briefcase I had when I was a little kid. I'll go hunting on the internet for it, now that I have done all my work for the day.
Who says grown men can't think guinea pigs are adorable.
Maybe if I ever am blessed enough to have a wife (after I get my law degree and pass the bar, God willing) and have Mary and Paul, I will try to encourage them to love animals. Maybe they would like to take care of real guinea pigs.
Who knows? Who knows? Who knows?