<human>: Let me preface this by saying that I'm 16, my sister is 13, we've had guinea pigs for a little more than seven years. We've always had a deal when we clean the cage we have certain jobs. Her job in that is to actually clean the cage while I clean their food bowls and water bottles. No one has the job of taking out the guinea pigs, their food bowls, water bottles, two hiding places, etc.. We just do it, sometimes this causes arguments about who does it (most of the time it's me who ends up doing it because she's stubborn).

We had to clean the cage today. While she's getting dressed I put the guinea pigs in the bathtub. It's hard to pick up one without it being in one of their hiding places (this one had a bottom to it) so I put that in there too. I took out the food bowls and water bottles. Lastly, I took the cage out of my room so my sister can take it outside to clean it. The hallway with both of our rooms is super small, the cage can barely fit in there so I have to wait until she moves it to get the food bowls and water bottles (or get out of my room, depending on whether I push or pull the cage).

So I'm downstairs waiting on her. She comes downstairs with the cage asking me to get the other hiding place out. I respond with "You can". She then went into the kitchen to tell our parents that I wouldn't take it out (you read that right, she still does this). My dad then comes out into the living room, where I was, and asked me why I didn't do it. I tell him that it's never been my job. My sister tells him that since I've done it the past few times she thought it was my job. He then yells at me for half an hour saying that it should be my responsibility blah blah blah and ended up throwing away the hiding place.

Now if you know guinea pigs you know hiding places are a basic need of theirs. Now they have one normal hiding place and a makeshift hiding place (a blanket on top of the cage) since I felt bad for them

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<bot>: Didn't take out one of the guinea pigs' hiding places, dad yells at me because of it (even though it's never been my responsibility), he throws it away