The path to Capybara Creek
There is one thing you should know about capybaras: we do not like the cold! I know, I know, Dobbye Winnick lives where it is always cold and you never here him complaining. That is just because he doesn’t know any better. Capybaras and cold weather do not–or at least should not–mix. Nevertheless, it does happen, even here in central Texas, that a terrible cold front blows down from the arctic where the polar bears live. The horrendous nature of this catastrophe cannot be overstated. And what about my swimming? I can’t swim in ice water you know! What is a poor, helpless capybara to do?
My warm bath
Luckily for me, there is an enormous bathtub at our house! Big enough for me to get all the way in! It’s not a hot tub like I want, but it will do in a pinch.
It could use a little more hot water
The tub even has water jets but they are too scary for me to use. You can see that I can roll all the way over in this tub, right? And I can almost swim if I can persuade Melly to fill it to the rim. Normally she says I make too big a mess to have the water so deep.
It’s quite comfy
I wish these paws of mine could work the handles to the faucet so that I could adjust the water for myself. Instead I have to rely on Melly and Rick to do it for me. And they’re not all that reliable.
Come on in! The water is fine!
I could never get Flopsy the Killer Cat to come in the water with me, but he did keep me company by sitting on the edge. He went back home with Coral though so now I don’t have anyone to keep me company. I need my own cat, a cat that likes to swim. But NOT a jaguar. I don’t care how much they like to swim, I am not swimming with a jaguar!
