Well, not actually your pets…. “Cuy” is spanish for guinea pig, which is a high delicacy of highland cuisine. There are two standard ways of getting it: “al horno” which is backed and “frito” which is fried. We had it fried.
To play with the delicate palettes of the foreigners, they bring out the cuy… whole. I had been okay with the idea of eating guinea pig (”Hey, I’ll try it. It’ll probably taste like chicken.”) I just wasn’t expecting to see, well, all of it. It’s a similar issue that I have with fish. I don’t want to see my meat look like, well, a dead animal. (I know, I get the irony.)
There’s a photo before this that didn’t turn out. Let’s just say it was the cuy & me… and my eyes are close and I have a look of dread on my face.
About 5 minutes later, they took it back to the kitchen and cut it for us. And, removed the head from the plate. 
