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Monday, July 11, 2011

Non-Violence: A Guinea Pig Philosophy?


                 "An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind."
                                                                         ~ Gandhi

               Guinea pigs are non-violent. Sometimes. We can be. If we want.
               Sometimes we just don't want. Sometimes another piggie got a
               bigger piece of lettuce and it is incumbent upon us to steal it.
               Sometimes a new guinea pig moves in and we need to illustrate
               the "pecking order" of our welcoming Brotherhood...
               by pecking at him. Coconut's "Sisterhood" does not peck, but she
               the only member: Pretty sure she da boss of MacNutPie, though!
              Hey, we ain't Mahatmas but we sure love mom and each other.

               {EDITOR: "I gotta scar on my hand that says otherwise...}

              Mom, nobody likes a whiner. Just pet us and say good-night.
              "Good night, you good-natured little darlin's you."
              See how easy that was? Sweet dreams, y'all!



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I Iz Dizzy Listening to Her!


Mom just came home after an unintended exciting day involving selling art, the gallery asking for a new piece, getting gas, going to the farm supply store and actually buying supplies for us instead of adopting more guinea pigs, and
THE MOST EXCITING PART - she got to help the Humane Society rescue a little doggie at the gas station where tourists fill up who may have jumped out of a car window then the car drove off up or down I-5, not realizing she was even gone! She and a gentleman from India and slim-jims from the convenience store helped her make friends with lost doggie...but now she too tired to tell the story other than we had just seen "Gandhi" for the second time (don't recommend watching it on a laptop) and she and the gentleman from India had an enlightening talk about The Partition of India. Let's just say he was not a fan of Gandhiji and the first Indian whose perspective on India's Independence did not extol the virtues of their saintly liberator. She listens to a lot of talks in Hindi and also got a chance to learn how to pronounce a few words correctly, which no doubt amused him. She from Savannah, GA, how much Hindi or Urdu she know? NONE!
Anyway, it took about an hour and a half before the dog rescue came and mom finally out of bed so that made it a really good one and she bought all the stuff we need to be happy and Squeee!

Just she came home telling us all about it and I tried to follow, but she don't tell stories in the linear way, like first this and then this, it was more like: sound & sound, excitement-voice, higher octave, more excitement-blah-blah; more this and that filled with blah-blah words combining art, doggie, gas under $4/gal, the Partition of India, Sikhs in Bellingham, guinea pig card donations to the Humane Society, more hay and blah-blah, no headache, no more gluten, Gandhi was a "%$#" the man said, didn't care nothing for the Sikhs, and the art gallery not having a Partition so lots of light illuminating it and the owner's partner walked in and when mom said "I love him," the partner dryly told her to "Get in Line." Reminding her of when Kilk asked Carlos to turn up the volume once, Carlos said "Be grateful for what you get!" and now I iz faceplanted in fresh hay: You would be too!

Calvin wuZ here...once, a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...but not far enough away...can still hear mom talking. We glad she happy, just STOP THE MADNESS! Or at least "SSSSSSShhhhhhhhhhh.............."please, mom, please.
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GUILT: THE NEW FRONTIER!

I SO PRETTY ONE DAY.

All Calvin's singing got him was a Big Cuddle, but WE got our cage cleaned!
Thank you, Ms. A: guilt really IS a great motivator. AND MacNutPie stopped scratching so we're going with the "dirty cage, not dirty mites" theory implicating mom as the source of our itchy-scratchies thus gaining clean cages and NO trip to the vet for mite shots...unless the thrift shop gets another microscope. But until then, our new mantra is:
IT'S YOUR FAULT, MOM. NOT THAT WE DON'T LOVE YOU AND SEE YOU ARE IN AGONIZING, EXCRUCIATING PAIN WITH NAUSEA, SENSITIVITY TO LIGHT AND SOUND, VISUAL AURAS, AND JUST WANNA JUST THROW Y'SELF IN FRONT OF A TRAIN IT HURTS SO BAD, PATHETIC DEAR THAT YOU ARE, but...we DO come first! So, care for us then y'self.

FURTHER and forevermore:
Quit calling the vet 'cuz we'll get on the phone and tell him "It ain't mites, it'z  MOM!"
We will, too, and you know it.

Normally I am a quiet, shy plumpy little girl. But having a clean cage makes me realize how neglected we are due to these stupis migraines so we convened TribalTribbleCouncil and passed the following resolution: Taketh careth of us before thou knocketh thyself out with migraine medicine taking a long, long nap
of dayZ, providing you also take care of us even in your sleep.

Okay, mom. We love you! Mmmm, Hugs, mom! Squeee, oh you are the best!

MacNutPie: "Coconut, ease up or she won't buy it."

Coconut: "Oh. This my first time at flattery..."

MacNutPie: "Then may it also be your last, Geez-A-Loo!"

Coconut: "SQUEEEEE ON YOU, MacNutPie: Pirate Wedding Cancelled after that!"

MacNutPie: "Can I keep my pirate hat?"

YumYum: "Would you two keep your domestic squabbles to y'selves, the rest of
us don't care, none of us have hats, we is Pirates on the inside! Don't be a baby!"

MacNutPie: "ARRRGH!"

SIGNED,
Your very own Sweet, loverly, not-gonna-get-my-Pirate-Wedding-am-I?
Plumpy Coconut, bridal (NOT-TO-BE) tear in my eye...
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