INTRODUCTION
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My name is
Wrong Number "Lili" of B.H.
that is to say Lilike. I know that I shouldn't put my foot in my owners job, but I can’t help that other piglets owner has written a presentation letter about them, but mine has not done that yet. So I rather tell the story myself helping him to be able to wash me some delicious apple for dinner during that time.
I don’t really know when he started to deal with guinea pigs. When I got here, about five years ago, at my nice and beautiful sheltie girl age, there has already been many-many bushy rosette and tiny short hared piglets. I was more beautiful than any of them also at that time. My owner disappeared somewhere at almost every beginning day of the months to some discussion. He came home every time and started to comb my hair and meanwhile he did told me what they talked about. Silly him thought I understand what he speaks, but I'm only a piglet, even I’m nice, our language differ.
Later we started to visit exhibitions and I got many prizes, which I naturally dedicated to my owner. In these situations we were always on hurry. We always had to hurry with the packing, with the preparation of the exhibition and with the bathing of my fellows. I gave off course a helping hand to my owner; I had a bath nearly alone, only the drying of my hair caused me some problem that he shaped happily. Even though sometimes when he went out and let me alone with a working hairdryer I turned alone in front of the hairdryer and he never understood how I became dry. I keept my secret and never told him. Many various piglets arrived many times, but my hair is still the same while the wind of change has frightened me, but this owner still didn’t sold me, moreover he brings me sound up till this day.
We were many times abroad with some ugly ones - I’m not green with envy about them, but who are they compared to me? - and these times the piglets of Zsuzsi Gál also came with us, that I hated so much, because they were so snivellers. At our travels to abroad we had long car journeys, equipped leisurely with food, drink and many vegetable. Perhaps I was in abroad and rural more than many human beings, but it's ok for me, I like this way of living, although I had to scream not to let my owner to sleap. I do care of everything. New pregnant piglets arrived, and I had to hand over them all the knowledge and patient that I acquired during my life. This life still doesn’t changed, only that during the nite when some kid doesn’t want to sleep I have to wake up and call to order, because he has so much guinea pigs at the moment.
Imagine the flat full with all kind of animals who just vapour for me, starting from the short-hared teddy to the oval the leaky...oops that’s the type of the chocolate that I like :). Later the Hungarian Guinea Pig Club was established, and he became the co-founder and secreter of that. Meanwhile he was the one who still carried the club's equipment for the exhibition. I also helped him with crying or blowing over the plates he forgot, because I’m still the one who listens. Later he bought a big yellow piglet car in what we had even more place. Later he found out a new type of food named from me, Lilli-pet food, which success is just getting bigger and bigger. This may commemorate my success, because I was the kids and adults favourite as calm and nice pigs in many exhibitions. My last race was the I. Hungarian Guinea Gig Club exhibition where I reached "best in show" and "best in best" title.
One member of Old Warrior Kennel, dedicates to his owner: László Zerényi