My little pal Franklin, Leah's first guinea pig. Franklin was sort of an uber-guinea pig. He came when you called him, licked my fingers whenever I'd pet him, and made instant friends with little Travis when we brought him home from the pet store. Franklin died just after Christmas 2001. Leah and I were pretty upset. My friends were assholes about it. We picked up a pair of guinea pigs to keep Travis company, but they aren't half as cool as good old Frank.