Nancy from Iowa sent LittlePig to the Santuary and he loves it here.
The only problem is that he desperately wants to become Real.
We tell him he IS real (not Israel, Is Real) but he demures.
Says he has a feeling deep down inside that makes him feel
different from all the rest.
We know how that feels. Otherwise, would we have had to be
rescued? We tell him it's worse to be Real and have that feeling
deep down that you are different because nobody notices you,
feeds you, plays with you...when no one gives you love and snuggles.When you feel invisible, even if you know you are real.
Guess this is just the beginning of what mom refers to as
A Long Conversation.
Dear Readers,
Do YOU feel real? Have you any encouraging words for our
LittlePig? We really want to hear from you.
PandaPig OUT
"Who can know what effect our smallest acts of kindness may have on others? Perhaps the most important contribution of Mother Teresa, who serves the most destitute and neglected, is that she instills in those who have been abandoned the realization that they too are loved." ~ Sant Darshan Singh Ji Maharaj ~ Panda Pig's Peace Sanctuary exists so that abandoned, neglected, sick, and dying guinea pigs may experience that they, too, are cherished and loved!
Panda's First Smile
Monday, March 22, 2010
DUSK
Good night, tweety little bushtits,
Good night, bobbing buffleheads,
Good night, stunningly brilliant Wood Ducks,
Good night you loud Beaver, mom heard you near the
edge of the pond, crashing through last year's cattails, crunching & munching
Good night, SunWhoVisitedUsToday, thank you,
Good night BlueSkyWhoFollowedSun,
Good night light on the water,
Good night, YolandaEagle,
Good night, hungry robins,
Good night, blooming crocuses,
Good night, up-bursting yellow tulips,
Good Night, Daytime,
Come back tomorrow.
Love,
The World
Hey, little bushtits, come back tomorrow. Mom put out a new suet cake just for you!
Good Night, Gentle Readers.
PANDA OUT!
Good night, bobbing buffleheads,
Good night, stunningly brilliant Wood Ducks,
Good night you loud Beaver, mom heard you near the
edge of the pond, crashing through last year's cattails, crunching & munching
Good night, SunWhoVisitedUsToday, thank you,
Good night BlueSkyWhoFollowedSun,
Good night light on the water,
Good night, YolandaEagle,
Good night, hungry robins,
Good night, blooming crocuses,
Good night, up-bursting yellow tulips,
Good Night, Daytime,
Come back tomorrow.
Love,
The World
Hey, little bushtits, come back tomorrow. Mom put out a new suet cake just for you!
Good Night, Gentle Readers.
PANDA OUT!
IS IT REALLY MONDAY?
Ascia (pronounce "Asha") our favorite bull terrier in the whole, wide world actually does not know one day from another but she said that
humans talk a lot about Monday with less happiness than they talk about
Friday, so she asked us why.
I went to ask Bear but he was under his turtle box because mom put a big pile of hay there so he can be a turtle and eat hay at the same time:
"IT'S ALL GOOD," Bear announced from beneath the box, hay dangling from his mouth like a loose cigarette: "HAY EVERY DAY MAKES LIFE GOOD IN EVERY WAY! HAPPY BEAR!"
munch, munch.
I went to ask YumYum but he was busily rearranging his sleeping bag (he has two) so that he could slide down from his loft (sleeping bag #1 is up there) to the floor of his cage. He is quite the interior decorator, always moving his toys and things about to create new games to play all by himself when we aren't eating, on Runabout, cuddling with mom, or sleeping with our eyes open. We close them occasionally but only for a very short time. It's an instinct from the wild because we have no natural way of defending ourselves from predation, so always on the look-out!
When we sleep with our eyes open, mom gets such a kick watching Bear because she can see his eyes twitching as he dreams of Glorious adventures only guinea pigs can dream about. Things humans would not understand because humans get serious about Mondays and we piggies get serious Never. Grateful always!
I went back to Ascia and lovingly explained that while days are all the same to us, humans give value arbitrarily to silly things and then react to them with Drama and Flair. Perhaps the word "Monday" was one of those arbitrary things that give humans an opportunity to whine. Because we guinea pigs never whine. And dogs never whine. We are perfect on Mondays. We are perfect Monday night and into Tuesday, as well.
Humans may say we whine, but they whine more. That's a fact I read in the book I am writing.
So what's up with Mondays? We don't get you people, unless maybe a little hay is missing from your diet?
well
WHO CARES? WE GOT FRESH WHEATGRASS FOR BREAKFAST AND MOM IS STARTING A NEW CROP: ON MONDAY!
SO WE LOVE TODAY BECAUSE IT MEANS FRESH WHEATGRASS NEXT MONDAY: ALL GOOD, ALL THE TIME HERE AT PANDASPIGSANCTUARY.
even if we have to move and don't know where,
wheatgrass on Monday makes living a prayer.
that's from the book i am writing
PANDA OUT!
humans talk a lot about Monday with less happiness than they talk about
Friday, so she asked us why.
I went to ask Bear but he was under his turtle box because mom put a big pile of hay there so he can be a turtle and eat hay at the same time:
"IT'S ALL GOOD," Bear announced from beneath the box, hay dangling from his mouth like a loose cigarette: "HAY EVERY DAY MAKES LIFE GOOD IN EVERY WAY! HAPPY BEAR!"
munch, munch.
I went to ask YumYum but he was busily rearranging his sleeping bag (he has two) so that he could slide down from his loft (sleeping bag #1 is up there) to the floor of his cage. He is quite the interior decorator, always moving his toys and things about to create new games to play all by himself when we aren't eating, on Runabout, cuddling with mom, or sleeping with our eyes open. We close them occasionally but only for a very short time. It's an instinct from the wild because we have no natural way of defending ourselves from predation, so always on the look-out!
When we sleep with our eyes open, mom gets such a kick watching Bear because she can see his eyes twitching as he dreams of Glorious adventures only guinea pigs can dream about. Things humans would not understand because humans get serious about Mondays and we piggies get serious Never. Grateful always!
I went back to Ascia and lovingly explained that while days are all the same to us, humans give value arbitrarily to silly things and then react to them with Drama and Flair. Perhaps the word "Monday" was one of those arbitrary things that give humans an opportunity to whine. Because we guinea pigs never whine. And dogs never whine. We are perfect on Mondays. We are perfect Monday night and into Tuesday, as well.
Humans may say we whine, but they whine more. That's a fact I read in the book I am writing.
So what's up with Mondays? We don't get you people, unless maybe a little hay is missing from your diet?
well
WHO CARES? WE GOT FRESH WHEATGRASS FOR BREAKFAST AND MOM IS STARTING A NEW CROP: ON MONDAY!
SO WE LOVE TODAY BECAUSE IT MEANS FRESH WHEATGRASS NEXT MONDAY: ALL GOOD, ALL THE TIME HERE AT PANDASPIGSANCTUARY.
even if we have to move and don't know where,
wheatgrass on Monday makes living a prayer.
that's from the book i am writing
PANDA OUT!
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