My little sister’s albino guinea pig was called “Walter Cronkite” because that was the name of a popular newscaster at the time who also had white hair.
Walter “looked” like a male, so he was. He would hang out with my guinea pig Pee-Wee (also male) to have “Guy Time” in the form of play dates and sleep overs. We had to seperate them when things turned sour and they started fighting eachother over the smallest things, leading us to form the opinion that all guinea pigs are petty, petty things.
Walter went into greatly distressed labor during one of my parents dinner parties, which in turn, greatly distressed my little sister.
After much scrambling, Walter eventually passed out, allowing my mother to give my sister the calming diagnosis that he was sleeping.
Despite a candlelight vigil, Walter’s body was rock hard by midnight. I dont think my sister ever figured out that He was a She.
