MAC NUT PIE IN THOUGHTFUL REPOSE

Raj and Taj Snuggle While Mac Nut Looks On With Longing

Looks like time for Raj and Taj to get a bigger "cuddle cup" now that they are full grown...but little Mac Nut looks from behind the bars of his cage, longing to snuggle with them. And, yes, that is Taj looking back at him with that "Nevah gonna happen, Raj is MINE!" look, so little MacNut Pie will have to find contentment sleeping in his food dish for now!

I LOVE TO LOUNGE IN MY FOOD BOWL

"Mac Nut, honey, you not laying down in your food bowl again are you? Don't wanna get it dirty, O.K. sweetheart?"

"No, Mom, I would never do a thing like that, you must be thinking of YumYum...I am in my little Wooden House!"
"O.K. Honey, just checking."
"Love you, Mom."
"Love you, too."

COME PLAY WITH ME! I'S JUST A BABY!

I IS JUST A LITTLE BABY GUINEA PIG. YOU KNOW, MAC NUT PIE PIGGY...Will you come out and play with me, Raj?

FINE! RAJ can just give me "the eye" like I doesn't care! "YO! YumYum, will you come out and play wid me? YumYum?"

WHAT? HOW DIS HAPPEN?! Now I's in my cage and Taj is out. HMMMmmmm...gotta think, gotta think in my food bowl.

MOM! HAVE YOU SEEN MY SITAR?

HI, IT'S MAC-NUT-PIE-PIGGIE here because YumYum is taking a nap so I'm slipping in a post!
What's new with me, you ask? Well, I'll tell you! Mom felt that with all my "baby pig" energy I needed
a new hobby and I am a real spiritual dude, see, so I took up playing Sitar and am learning from Ravi
Shankar and George Harrison.

Right, right! That's not possible because George is...

See, here in guinea pig Spiritual Realms EVERYTHING is possible,
it's just that you can't see me in the video because I am so little and Ravi narrated to delete my squeaking because he said I was two octaves higher than the sitar even though they don't exactly have octaves in Classical Indian music, I says to him, to which he replied: "Da, da-da, DA!" George then petted me.

Well, see for yourself, below!

George says: Peace & Love from Heaven and he let me sit on his lap and now I miss him. So, we are all listening to "All Things Must Pass," wishing that George wasn't One of those things...

love,
Baby Mac-Nut-Pie Piggie
(i haven't learned how to line up my sentences so they are not fractured in post appearances, but -
make no mistake - i intend NEVAH to learn, so expect no improvement, EVAH!  DA-da-DAda-DA!)

Ravi Shankar, George, and MacNutPie Play Sitar!

MAC-NUT-PIE'S FIRST PORTRAITS!

This is my "shy" face.

This is my "Check out all the crazy-long Whiskers!" face.

This is my "Check out how crazy-long I can stretch out if I want to look all grown up!" pose.

I am baby MacNutPie! This Message Has Been Paid for and Endorsed by "Mom loves Baby MacNutPie"
My platform is: soft, cuddly blankets, lots of guinea pig friends to play with, plenty of fresh, organic yummies for all, and
I will become the alpha-male Chieftain of "The Herd That Hears" I just KNOWS I will! Sniff, sniff, is that popcorn?

MEET THE NEWEST MEMBER OF "THE HERD THAT HEARS"

You doesn't want me sniffing Raj Mahal's butt anymore? But I like to...oh, o.k. fine!

Hello, my name is Mac-Nut Pie and even though I am little I want to be the alpha pig of the Herd That Hears so I am hard at work endearing myself to YumYum (so he tried to eat me, we supposed to be herbivores, nobody told him or what?) and Raj Mahal loves me chasing him and sniffing his butt, but when Taj Mahal catches me doing that...well, I've a ways to grow...still, ain't I a cutie pie? And I am sooo soft and growing whiskers out of my eyelids and places all over my face - mom hasn't ever seen the likes of that before; she keeps wondering why I got those funny whiskers in strange places on only one side of my face: because I am special.


Sincerely Yours,
MacNutPiePiggie

Bellingham State of Mind: Where We Live NOW!

HOUSE LOVES MOM

Dear Naysayers whose names we won't say. Hugh Laurie is married. But he secretly loves mom and just because he is British does NOT mean he is automatically allergic to guinea pigs. He loves all three of us.

We don't expect any of our faithful readers to understand this post. But one unfaithful reader WILL.

And she know who she IS!

We are all worried about Owlet Ashley and tonight hope to see her since brilliant minds in the Owlbox suggest that she will "climb" up a tree and back into the Owlbox. OooooKaaay. Never seen a baby barn owlet climb a tree but we see lots of stuff on "HOUSE" we never expect to see, too, especially considering we don't even own a T.V.

This is not intended to be interesting.

Love,
YumYum

ASHLEY AND CARRIE'S LAST DAY TOGETHER IN THE OWL BOX

{Photo courtesy of Candles from the MOD Blog. Thanks, Candles! Who knew this would be their last portrait together?}

LAST NIGHT ASHLEY FLEW THE COOP!

Dear Readers,

You may have us back sooner than expected: Last night Ashley took off! And did not return to the owlbox, leaving Carrie alone...boy, I know that feeling...mom says nobody can be in my cage because I will bite them and attack them and chase them and -

(EDITOR: "Yum-Yum?!")

O.K. so what? It still gets lonely. At least my cage is adjacent to Raj and Taj so we can sniff noses, talk amongst ourselves, and plan guinea pig rebellions.

Last night mom did let the three of us all out together and it went quite well -at first.
I only CHASED Raj around!

Then Taj must have come over, the gloves came off, and my teeth-chattering - "ATTACK IMMINENT"
warning drew mom's attention, immediately ending our fun. (FINE! MY fun.)

Mom said I am doing better but as long as I lunge and bite, no "RunAbouts" with the Mahals.

She mean.

So now I am alone again, just like poor little Carrie, alone in her owl box without Ashley...

Well, who cares? It's Breakfast Time: WHEeeeeeeeeK! Yeah!

Who loves ya, baby?

Yum-Yum loves ya!

{Photo courtesy of Candles from MOD Blog. Thank you.}