One of our guinea pigs is smooth-coated. Lucky for him.
As for the other – it would be an understatement to say that he is wildly furry.
It’s always a job to keep him knot-free, and, as we have just instantly passed from the Endless British Winter to the Great British Summer, he is probably at serious risk of heat stroke.
Unfortunately he hates having his coat trimmed and kicks, turns, and hops in the air while I take opportunistic snips in the general direction of his person. This makes it a high anxiety and high risk experience for us both.
Eventually we’d had as much as we could stand.
He still has both eyes, and I don’t think there are any little ears or leggies in that heap.