So Many Piggies...SO MUCH LOVE!

   "Making the world a nicer place...one guinea pig at a time."

This is the motto of cavymadness, whose link is featured in our "Blogs" link to the right >>>
They describe themselves as "...a new pig-person's gateway to the world of guinea pigs."
And that hat they are, plus SO MUCH MORE! They have many resources benefiting all things CAVY, and links to them all, from their Sanctuary to their online store, blog, and way more!
This here a sample of one of their best-selling collage cards.
(We added the frame.)

It's possible that some of us might be in their 2012 calendar, and it all depends upon mom's computer tech savvy...

Which means although they really wanted to include us in their 2012 calendar, we don't know yet whether we will be. But we do encourage you all to check them out because whether you have a piggie or know someone who DOES and want to get a VERY SPECIAL "Piggie Stocking-Stuffer" they're a terrific resource!
BTW...Guinea Pigs DO make the world a nicer place: Just ask mom. Especially when she is lying in bed in pain but Calvin is beside her - or any and all of us, for that matter - and she is petting one of us and we are purring and loving her... we make HER world of pain a world of PAIN FORGOTTEN cuz nothing mo'healin'
than guinea pig love up-close-and so personal you can almost feel us peeing on mom's nightgown, pillow, comforter, sheets, mattress...like a whirlpool bath at a spa! Not Really. Not like that at all. You think we care?! WAH, YOU THINK WE CARE! SHE "SPECIAL NEEDS" AND WE GOT WIDDLE-BITTY BLADDERS. THAT OUR STORY AND WE STICKIN' TO IT!

Today's "YumYum Report" is that he seems good and when mom sticks her hand in his cage he now jumps immediately upon his new tunnel to get "in position" (with something super soft beneath him) to popcorn and roll and kick his legs out in piggie ecstasy! Mom didn't take him to the vet because unless what happened. Saturday happens again, she don't wanna trigger him with any traumatic stress or travel

Nighty-night and special SHOUT-OUT TO MS. A FOR OFFERING TO HELP MOM IMPROVE HER BLOG WITH SUGGESTIONS AND TECH SUPPORT! Mom been to tired and spaced out and in too much pain to do much email, but we want to thank you and let readers know that any improvements to our blog that you may enjoy in the future...well, mom didn't figure 'em out, but she "got People!"

Thanks! Ms. A, we appreciate your willingness to do the best you can with what we got!
And Thanks, Cavy Madness, for so many volunteer hours enabling piggies to make the world
a better place, we love you ALL!

Sweet dreams, y'all.

Nessun Dorma Three Tenors 1994 Carreras, Domingo, Pavarotti - YouTube

Nessun Dorma Three Tenors 1994 Carreras, Domingo, Pavarotti - YouTube

^^^IT SIMPLY DOES NOT, CANNOT  GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS^^^

ENJOY WHAT GUINEA PIGS

(SECRETLY) SING WHILE POPCORNING THEIR "HAPPY DANCE"
THROUGH THE AIR!

RARE TO HEAR PIGGIES SING IT LIVE, BUT WE HAVE OVERHEARD COVERT REHEARSALS THAT BRING US TO TEARS...
ENJOY THE REAL THING! WITH A HANKY...O TENORS! O TENORS!

WHAT A FINE RUNABOUT...DO I FEEL A SONG COMING ON!

Nothing like a good, long S T R E T C H for the Mahal brothers to show off their yoga prowess OFF THE MAT, while the newly dubbed "PlumPkinPiePiggie" feels
the Spirit of Pavarotti coming on! Yes, only the Plump Ones can feel the Spirit of
Pavarotti and...and...

Yes! He IS about to break into song! Raj Mahal, will you join me as a
guinea-tenor? For SONG is nigh upon us and cannot be denied!

Raj: "Oh, Bloody Hork, this can't be good!"

Or can it?

And so it was that MacNutPie doffed his PlumPkin attire for a Pavarotti hanky, BURSTING! into an impassioned "NESSUN DORMA" that even the Maestro would have applauded. With just one tear in his eye...

Now That I Famous...

Gotta keep my nails trimmed for my fans...at least mom didn't PAINT THEM!

I lurves being in the magazine.

What a magazine?

THIS IS SO WRONG...or IS IT?

Hi Mom, so I am your widdle "Plump-Kin-Nut-Pie" huh? Well, if that makes you wanna pick me up

and give me scrunchy-scratches to watch the widdle-waddle under my chin go back and forth
(unlike yours, which is so skinny you look more like a turkey!) but if my Plumpness inspires affection, then feel free to call me what you like! Just remember, genetics, genetics, genetics...OH! And how you run for cover when the meat-peoples starts lookin' for turkeys...or you start wearing "turtle-necks..."

Just sayin' mom...what goes around...and at least mine is CUTE!

P.S. According to the July-August 2011 Guinea Pig Magazine article,
"Big and Beautiful: Part One" it says:
"First of all, few piggies are actually overweight or obese. It is normal
for guineas to have quite a large roll of fat, usually referred to as a
double-chin or dewlap, right under their chin."

CAN YOU SAY THAT, yogini-not-fat-mom... can you REALLY?!
Because we have noticed that when you get upside down, you practically
strangle yourself, so many of YOUR dewlaps slide down and -

EDITOR: "MAC-NUT-PIE, WHEN DID YOU BECOME A
CONTRIBUTING EDITOR? dear?"

bye.

MacNutPie Reporting...

This my new avy, you like? Yeah, well tell MOM YOU LIKE CUZ SHE CALLING ME

"My not-so-little Fatty-Boy!" And I am suing her for prejudice. And will tell you all about it in the next post. At the bottom. Cuz the next post really about Calvin and I can't "hog it" or she'll just call me more names. Mom gonna get it. YumYum been teaching us how to Go RAMBO and even though I can only waddle now, don't think I can't go R - A - M - B- O just mebbe slow.

Calvin Enjoys International Acclaim!

Any pig but our lil'Calvin the small would be popcorning his Happy Dance all over mom's face! But not our Calvin. Although this is his first appearance in the only Guinea Pig Magazine IN THE WORLD, selling Internationally out of England, it won't be his last! In fact, many of us are going to be gracing not only the pages, but the COVER (Taj takes first honors - who'd have thunk it?)

for issues to come.

Not only that, but apparently our beautiful countenances are also to be found on an English version of the infamous Cafe Press, and we are now magnets and lots of stuff we haven't seen because Alison, the editor, is putting together a package to send mom from Across the Pond where, apparently, the Queen herself is now turning out lights to save money on her electric bill. Just sayin' (don't ask us why, we just says stuff, deal wid it!)

We are now also appearing on cards at Artisan's Gallery, too! SQUEEEEEEE!

WE LOVE US!

This has been MacNutPie reporting for YumYum who continues to recover his strength...

If you love Hooli-Pigs, please check our link to Guinea Pig Magazine and play
"make the piggie popcorn and poo"
on Alison's way fun web-site!

Love,
mom says I am getting chubby and I have hired the AGLU to represent
me in the case of prejudicial slurs referencing the obese Hooli-Pig as "Hey, you fatty-boy!"
MacNut OUT!

BUSTED!

Taj Mahal, hey, save some parsley for the rest of us! We all need Vitamin C.
"But you don't see me. I am invisible: You can't find me!"
Whatever. Just save us some, got it?
"You're the boss, YumYum, you're the boss."
MUNCH, MUNCH, MUNCH...

Guinea Pig Miracles!

Yesterday, it looked like we were going to lose our precious, precocious YumYum...He had had a seizure or something, was stiff, then limp, and mom just...well, you know. She held him much of the day in my special blanket which I donated to keep him warm and close to her. She was so upset at the bleakness of it all and there was little we could do.

Friends, special friends, were sympathetic. So she didn't feel so alone. Special shout-out to ConniElfPie and MommyDearest for "being there." It helped.

Then, the oddest thing happened. She was scrubbing the kitchen floor last night in an attempt to liberate us from the tyranny of the flies which had taken over while she worked at the art gallery last week instead of cleaning the kitchen...or anything else, for that matter. And she had the computer on the floor in a desperate attempt to find anything funny or comedic to make her laugh.

Somehow, she came across a photograph of "Shorts" ConniElfPie's beloved boxer, wearing a green St. Patrick's Day derby! He passed one year ago next month. And she wanted to hug Shorts because he was so funny with those soulful eyes and derby, but she wanted to cry for Connie because of the impending First Year Anniversary of his passing.

When she went back into the bedroom, YumYum was scrambling all over his cage, demanding his Runabout! He popcorned and zoomed through the maize, stopping to stand on his hind legs and visit the Mahal brothers before actually slipping through the one hole in the fort that mom had neglected. It allowed him to hide, rest, pee, and poo beneath her nightstand...which is how she found him, as proud as can be!

IT WAS MIRACULOUS! The only "medicine" he was given was love. He was held, stroked gently, spoken to in whispers, and got lots of scrunchies not only on his chin but along his achy back, where his mohawk was straight up and personal!

This morning he seems back to his feisty, old self.

We've been experiencing these ups and downs with YumYum long enough now not to take anything for granted other than the deep inner knowing that every moment with him, with every single one of us, is a gift which will inevitably end...as will Mom, for that matter. It helped her to think of that. "YumYum, you aren't the only one who is going to die, because one day I am going to die, too." Somehow, she found that liberating, and a great weight was lifted.

Thank you all for "being here" for us as you have been and we know you will continue to be. YumYum's a fighter and obviously not eager to relinquish his role as Chief of the Herd. We need your prayers and know we have them.

And are grateful for each and every one of our friends, and especially for Connie's beloved "Shorts" who seemed to have done something mystical to re-invigorate a dying guinea pig yesterday.

God giveth and God taketh away. Nonetheless, we remain grateful for every second of every day he allows our loved ones to remain with us. Provided they aren't suffering.

This was Calvin reporting. Did you know even guinea pigs can tear up when miracles happen? We all know that I am one, too...

God bless us, every one.

VET TALK, AGAIN? SERIOUSLY!

Well, she at it again! Fortunately, it Saturday and the vet closed or we would be there by now even though she barely able to get her own carcass out of bed! She thinks I had a seizure or "neurological event" and now that woman got tears in her eyes...such THEATRICS!

True, she was sitting, comatose, in her big blue, stuffed chair and heard a large THUD! from the bedroom. Usually, it means either one of the Mahals or Coconut has somehow managed to knock a water bottle out of its holder, no easy task...not this time.

It was me and it frightened mom. I was standing up on my hind legs with my front feet HIGH on my bars staring into the Mahals' cage, unmoving. She had recently trimmed my toenails so knew I hadn't gotten stuck because of that but I didn't move when she came in, didn't even blink. She thought I looked frozen! I was stiff, in shock, havin' a seizure, a stroke, such a vivid imagination, that one!
Mom pried the bars outta my stiff toes, still without any movement, then held me against her, and I finally began to move...she then placed me in Calvin's special blanket in his special kitty bed and gave me a piece of the banana she was mushing up for a meal...and found out the vet closed and she could only contact them online...knowing that the emergency vets "on call" only do more harm to guinea pigs because small "exotics" require VERY, VERY different care than cats and dogs, donkeys, and goats. So, there is no one who can help, and even the vet up North closed at three and she not well enough to drive that far today. Nobody till Monday.

So, now she carrying me around like a Baby Bunting and I feel so lousy I don't even mind. Her and me today, looks like...and her stupis crying. She trying not to by...well, she betta try HARDER!

But, since I AM THE CHIEF ALPHA PIG, BLOG EDITOR, AND ONLY REMAINING ORIGINAL PIGULA FROM THE "ART FARM GUINEA PIG NATION" back on the Wildlife Refuge, I have made provisions for the possibility that she might freak her freak.

Yes, inspired by Duke Donald and the Hooligans, this HooliPig been up to some o'my very own shenanigans! Must teach herd while able. This week outDID MYSELF, seriously, some epic WRONG-DOING on my part and could I BE any prouder? Methinks NOT! Read on, to see how, even in the (only "Possible" remember!) Twilight of my years, I remain UNEQUALLED AS A
HOOLI-PIG-PIRATE!

Psssssssst! Hear What Mom Did?!

Raj: "Taj, STEP AWAY FROM MY CARROT TOP! You may look like piece of chocolate with feet, but this MINE!"

Taj: "Raj, what if I made it worth your time to share your carrot top with me?"

Raj: "How?"

Taj: "Juicy gossip about mom!"

Raj: "Just HOW juicy?"

Taj: "Carrot-worthy, I assure you, and I am nothing if not a HooliPIG of my Word!"

Raj (rodents are easily overcome by curiosity!) "O.K. BUT THIS BETTA BE GOOD!"

Taj: "Oh, it is! You know how when mom starts getting sick, she does impulsive things she has no memory of while things she OUGHT to be doing, like washing the dishes, go undone?"

Raj: "Go on..."

Taj: "So, check THIS OUT! She made it to the Post Office a few times this week since she was going to the art gallery anyway..."

Raj: "Proceed..."

Taj: "And she brings home stuff...weird stuff! Stuff she don't know who order it, or when, or why!"

Raj: "Like what?"

Taj: "Oh man! The first thing she received was a DVD entitled, actually, this deserves a piece of the carrot, Raj, it THAT FINE!"

Raj: "Only a little bite until I hear the whole thing...WATCH IT! Betta be great intel!"

Taj: "So she brings home a little box and opens it AND IT A DVD - OH, I IZ KEELING MYSELF STILL LAUGHING, a DVD entitled: "How To Look Great Naked!" I SWEAR!

Raj: "Oh, that worth a whole bite of carrot...HERE, tell more!"

Taj: "So she really freaked out and tried to donate it - to all places - the Assistance League Thrift shop but them a lot of... shall we say... older gentlewomen...AND THEY DOESN'T WANT IT, EITHER!"

Raj: "What happened to it?"

Taj: "Who knows? But now the company keep sending mom a bill for "How to Look Great NAKED!" and she saying she didn't order that cuz guinea pigs don't care how she look - "

Raj: "Well, sometimes we might care...I mean, there's only so much room to hide our eyes in a cuddle-cup to keep from turning into a pillar of salt when she gettin' dressed, y'know! What else ya got?"

Taj: "Next thing, she bring home another little box from the Post Office..."

Raj: "This is getting good! What it?"

Taj: "The CD soundtrack from "Flashdance" and she, like: "HUH?! Who sent me this? Why somebody sending me things like this?"

Raj: "Well? Who doin' it?"

Taj: "How much it worth to ya?"

Raj: "Fine, another bite of the carrot and carrot-top appetizers."

Taj: "Deal! Who knows who doin' it? MOM, WE THINK! SHE BUY STUFF IN HER SLEEP!"

Raj: "Anything else?"

Taj: "Yeah, on Thursday she received her first copy of - are you ready for this? -
"Better Homes and Gardens" magazine along with an invoice for the subscription!"

WAH! (All HooliPIGZ within earshot drop on the floor of their cages hysterical, doing barrel-rolls, popcorning, laughing so hard! BETTER HOMES AND GARDENS?! THIS PLACE NEEDS A HAZ-MAT TEAM. AND THEY WOULD CONDEMN  IT IN A MINUTE!

Calvin squealed: "IN A NANO-SECOND!"

Raj and Taj: "Calvin, you don't have to show off, but it TRUE!
"BETTER TRASH AND MORE TRASH" or "Gardening for Flies and
Beautiful Bottom-Feeding Carp Pond!" Now THAT I could see!
But, Better Homes and Gardens?! OMG! Like THAT GONNA HELP! 
Piggies unite in maniacal laughter! 
Yet YumYum only looks on, quietly...hmmmm...



Taj: "Well, it been going on this whole week, from the "How to Look Good Naked" DVD to a subscription of "Better Homes and Gardens" and how to coax squadrons of flies OUT DIS SO-NOT-BETTER HOME,  while dancing to "She's a Maniac, Maniac..." from Flashdance! What a week, when mom gets sick, everything goes all CHAOTIC/EXOTIC/QUIXOTIC for us here: EPIC OFF THE CHARTS OF MADNESS!

Calvin: "Shouldn't somebody protect her from herself?"

Taj: "Oh, that what her MOD friends iz s'posed to do!"

Raj: "I rate their efforts: EPIC FAIL!"

Taj: "Don't be so hard on them MODS,  they lurves her, but only so much a MOD
can do besides laugh!" They ain't got SuperbPowers!

And all the guinea pigs laughed while mom dreamt her HoolipigZ were nominating
her for awards and cash prizes on beautiful sunny days in Paradise where she could wear a bikini and look really hot while dancing to..."

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YumYum: "Mu-ah-Ha-HAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa! DIS HERE da work of a HooliPIG-Pirate still at the TOP O'HIS GAME!" Who loves ya, baby?
"She's a mani-AC, MAIN-I-AC..."

The Good, The Bad, and The Paintings...

Yo, it's me, YumYum with some good news for me! Mom let me go "Runabout" this morning, and - knowing that a trip to the vet depended upon my performance now that I am a "free agent" I popcorned and scurried, and squealed with Joy and really puttin' on the Ritz enough for her to think I not so sick after all, and mebbe she just needs to put me back in my EXTRA large cage...but the talent scouts all gave my performance a "Peep-Hole's Judge" Award so Inot havin' to go to vet. Squeeeeeeeee!

The bad news is mom DID! Her doctor down in another county and it wiped her out, even though he her favorite doc and he gave her a shot of prednisone so now she can stop rubbing MINE all over herself. She not well and think good thing she got our fresh-food provisions yesterday cuz we think she gonna be horizontal next few days or until, and unless, those steroids pick her up...oh well, betta her than me, what say ye? Why, SQUEEEEE! Of course!

The other news...these are two miniature paintings she made about eight years ago and think that what her head feeling like, just full o'wild animals runnin' amok behind her eyes and neck and whole achy-breaky bod and, readers, we DO feel for her...we feel BETTER HER THAN ME?! What say Ye? We say "SQUEEEEEEE!" O.K. so my bad!

She down for the count, I not goin' to the vet, and Taj promise to teach us ALL HOW TO ESCAPE! And the International Guinea Pig Magazine gonna put more pictures of us in it, and when she better, she gonna show pics from this issue...plus we now on magnets and merchandise like the British Cafe Press only they sell Princess Beatrice's fascinator for guinea pigs now! What say ye, mate? Wanna guinea pig procrastinator?! Wheek!

Say good night, mom.

"Blah, uh, wah, mmmmmmmmm, huh?"

Good mom.

Who loves ya, Baby? YumYum, crafty, sinister, PIRATE OF A PIG, YumYum, baby! OH YEAH!
P.S. When mom better, remind her to tell the story about the black squirrel who dashed into the

gallery yesterday! What a riot...