WE BANISH MOM TO THE WILDERNESS!

For the past several weeks, mom has been having a difficult time.

We have been deeply affectionate and loving, because we are saints, one and all.

We spent hours of lap time holding in our pee (because guinea pigs try not to pee on their people; it's part of our reputation as gentle pets) but last night my bladder nearly burst! Mom needed so much love. Whew!

So, this morning, following Bear's weather report of  :::SUN::: we convened an Intervention!

WE THREW HER OUT! SHE HAD ALREADY FED US, SO WHO NEEDED ALL THE DRAMA? ENOUGH ALREADY!

Mom's birthday is the same is her hero John Muir, who used to just HEAD UP INTO THE MOUNTAINS with some bread and a Sense of Wonder. We had exactly one more piece of home-made cornbread, some protein drink, and a bottle of water to pack her up and off she went to the North Shore Trail of Lake Whatcom. It was good for her.

It was good for us! And I got to pee whenever I felt like it instead of holding it in while she petted and held me and loved me, for hours. Get me a diaper, already!

We packed her camera and she met really cool, exotic dogs and their people, felt spring in the air, and even got to watch the Whatcom Fire and Rescue Team practice mountain climbing along slick, rock waterfalls in full firefighting regalia! COOL, huh?

And the eagle sat waiting at the top of her tree, greeting mom upon her return home.

So, we will be sharing photographs from Mom's Walkabout with you and hope that when the sun does
peek out, and you have a chance to head for the hills, you don't forget your cornbread!

PANDA PIG OUT!

MOM ESCAPED TO THE WOODS!

LAKE WHATCOM NORTH SHORE

BEAR CHECKS FOR SUN IN HIS MORNING WEATHER REPORT!

BEAR THE WEATHER-PIG!

Dear Readers,

It has been dark, gray, and drippy here in the Great Pacific Northwest (YUK!)
But, fortunately we have our own version of the Groundhog who predicts when spring will arrive:

We have Bear, the Weather-Pig!

He comes out in the morning, sniffs the air, feels whether or not
his nose feels warm or cold, then offers up his weather report!

He does this faithfully each morning.

And today he has great news: SUN! And yellow peppers for breakfast.

"I can smell 'em a mile away," says he. Sure enough: Fresh, yellow Peppers AND Sun! How bright is that?

PANDA OUT FOR BREAKFAST AND TANNING!

"ART INTERRUPTED"

Mom has been working on a rough sketch of Raven. For years, actually.

Now, her drawing hand doesn't work. She found out it wasn't just the two guinea pig bites, because it turns out other injuries were hiding in both hands, things she otherwise would have never discovered.

She may need surgery, after the move,
if we move, when we move, To wherever we move. One hand, maybe
both. Who knows? We're used to it.

The good part is how much she loves her medical team because they are all animal lovers who also rescue animals! She trusts them. And recognizes this process will take time. It may be awhile before she gets back to finishing Raven. But it's all right.  He's not flying away:  Ours is a patient Raven. And a faithful Raven. Besides, she drew friends for him to play with.

We feel a little sad watching her pack so much unfinished art.
So, we even offered to donate our Runaround Space in the new place for her exclusive use as an art studio.
Mom said wherever we move there will be plenty of room for all of us to play! Together!

We bid mom's unfinished art farewell for now, and promise that when we become hip, urban, bohemian, artPigs, we will share our creativity with all of you and invite you to share yours with us!

Raven, we will see you soon: we promise! We will finish drawing your wings so you can fly to catch Sun and bring more Light into our lives.
Good Raven. Good guinea pigs. Good night, art lovers. Good night, Creative Muse. Please come back in the morning!

PANDA OUT!