Will Miracles Never Cease?

And - Just In Time For The HOLIDAYS: MOM BROKE BLOGGER!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Our first holiday gift from mom (and it's not
even Chanukkah or Christmas yet! OOhhh,
this is gonna be interesting!) would have to
be her timely breakage of Blogger! She added
something to her computer so she could chat
with friends in other countries who asked if she
could chat with them since they are in other countries and so, of course, she installed what they suggested
so we could spend our Holidays Around the World
and now we can't even spend them right here on
our own BLOG!
So, for now, please see the new blog post from
GuineaPigToday posted on top of "Blogs We Follow"
to the right there (next to our SQUEEE! Fairy!) to
learn how we will be spending Chanukkah with mom
even though:
1. She never knows what day or even day of the week it is because when so much of your life is lived
in bed it stops making a whole lot of difference after awhile so if Susan doesn't leave a voicemail TELLING her...we think Susan might get mom a special watch because even a calendar mom can't understand and 3. It was deemed by mom's friends that at no time ever is she allowed to own and operate matches or candles ever, ever, ever so we will pretend to light something each night if we can figure out what December 20 means in "mom's world" and for each night receive a special cuddle and different treat.
And until we fix whatever she has done to our Blog we apologize in advance for whatever we post because look like she done broke it, YUP, DONE
BROKE IT GOOD!
love you but we can only do so much given what we have to work with and know that if you know mom you know what we mean...
love,
oy! pigs

Read More About A Very Cavy Chanukkah...

Happy Chanukkah

{Photograph from GuineaPigToday embellished by our own Chanukkah PhotoCavieShopNots}

SMITTEN!

{All portraits of Fairy lifted shamelessly
withOUT permission from her very own
Blog by Raj Mahal & his Merry Band of Bandits because we felt compelled into Piracy by too much cuteness all on ONE blog; didn't seem right to us. Not our fault!}
Dear Readers, our Beloved Pig-Across-the-Pond just blogged her precious way into all of our hearts and now Raj has a bit of competition, even from CoconutPie who feels inspired to get girlishly into the Spirit HERSELF! 
We love Fairy's HAT and how jauntily
it sits perched upon her head: she sure knows how to dress for success!

FAIRY REIGNS FROM HER VERY OWN PERSONALLY DECORATED PLUSH
CHRISTMAS TREE-CUP!
OH, COME ALL YE FAITHFUL, AND ENJOY FAIRY'S NEWEST, VERY MERRY
BLOG POST AT fairymagic.me
resting serenely at the top of our "Blogs We Follow List just to the right here...

Mom overdid it - we are so startled - and has WILTED lamely back into her sickbed despite promises to wash our new and older cuddle cups...
BUT! A *Very*Fairy*Package* appeared in our Post Office Box yesterday too!!!!
We wish mom could be happy with less excitement ~ exuberance ~ DRAMA.
You see: it's not the "HAPPY" but the DRAMA surrounding the HAPPY that
drops her...so, please join us (carol sung to the tune of "Do You See What I See?") 
"Can You See Like FAIR-RY?"
Which, since Fairy is blind and deaf, means that if we see what she sees, and if we hear what she hears, there's MAGIC IN-IT ~ DANCING STARS, WHIRLING GALAXIES, spinning PLANETS, & Full MOONS whose dear ELVES are WORKING overtime to figure out how to use their new iPhones to GPS Earth this year
for SANTA. HELLOooo:
JUST ASK RUDOLPH! Works every time.

We don't own one iThing or T.V. nor do we need to because Fairy has been teaching us to see and hear how she lives in her very own Magical World with her very own SPECIAL mummy and daddy and that's keeping our learning-challenged mom from every sadness especially when she is sick...
nobody can be sad anymore, only HAPPY: Just click on fairy.me and Happiness Doth Enter, bringing "oooh's" and "ahhh's" & laughter and precocious humor 
wrapped in sweetly fragranced layers of *Fairy*Dust*Magic*Hope*Love on gosssamer wings of Light and Joy!

We love you, Fairy, and you will receive a proper thank-you once our pathetic "sack o'mamma" gets her carcass outta bed and really digs into every nook, cranny, and tiny envelope contained within our newest WONDERFULS:
THAT MAKES 2 BOXES OF WONDERFULS
we have yet to share here with all of you!


Mom, HAPPY does not have to hurt
if you enjoy it like savoring a chocolate truffle with pecans and that gooey, sticky sweet stuff...one bite at a time...slowly!!#@@!$^&*&!
(no worries, not a one of us gonna show you's a pic o'mom truffle-eating nor tell you the story about Edwin's finger and the truffle machine what ate it;
we haven't told that story have we? Of course not, nor will we, so - no worries) CARAMEL...YES!
that is the word we seek: CARAMEL. PECANS. MILK CHOCOLATE...they are called "turtles" here. Or Terrapins. Or "bliss" depending upon whom you ask.
bye-bye.
love, Raj and a very Cavy Gang of TruffleRustlers
in search of lettuce, carrots, ripe, bouncy, red, yellow, and green peppers, ripe pomegranates, cucumbers, berries, peeled grapes and - right, chocolate terrapins - for mom's Chanukkah stocking!
Love, Raj & Stuff

PACKAGE? WHERE? PACKAGE WHERE? FOR ME?

Package, I am now a confirmed bachelor as my wife hath left me for the single-occupancy
Cuddle-Hut she swiped from our Piggie-Commons-Runabout (rapidly transforming itself into GuineaElfVillage!) so...dur...dur...
Where's my hut? My kingdom for a hut! Macadamia nuts for a hut! A MacNutPieHut for...
(dur...WAIT! That would be MY hut...)

MacNutPie doth declare Elizabethan-sized confoozlement on the wrong side of "the Pond."
(It's all that Raj & Fairy Romance stuff...such fluff! I'm already married and can tell you - ")

Raj: "Maybe you will find a HAT, MAC...A McHat for your McHut! Blame McBeth!"
MacNut wearing his MacHat in his MacHut talking like McBethPie? yeah...i can see that.

The BEST Day EVER!

Today was our Best Day EVER and mom was well enough to get out of bed to make it happen!
Make what happen? OUR BOX OF NEW CUDDLY STUFF ARRIVED IN TIME FOR MAKING
GuineaElfVillage a Reality in our lifetime! We gonna take lots of pictures cuz the minute we
start playing with and in them we start popcorning and going WILD!

Our only regret? Fairy...and her mum and dad should be with us. Even M&M...you have to
guess their names, because they are guinea pigs, not barn owls!

"And Millie Bea should be here with me in my new GINOURMOUS MAN-CAVE!" piped in YumYum (who truly does now own an EPIC sleep-sack big enough for...more than one!)

Our only other regret? That mom been stuck in bed so long she overdid it.
(Wow, who saw that coming?)

Shouldn't have let her out BUT WE WANTED OUR STUFF, we had to!

She carried our box everywhere on her walker and showed our stuff to everyone and found a
really sweet salesgirl in Fairhaven Village with a chinchilla who now might get his or her
very own snuggly "sumpin-sumpin"! Mom found "little furry animal people" to talk with!
(That may not have come out right...then again...it might have...better to say no more, eh?)
So now mom totally "clunked out" and I can't compose poetry and reply to Fairy's emails...
Wah!
Yet, I shall tonight gaze upon our BRIGHT Full Moon, Fairy, so look out your window because you know what? We will both be looking at the same moon at the same time for the first of what promises to become many, many Happy Times of LoveMoonGazing and I shall compose a poem just for you once mom -

ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! PLOP!

Mom? Mo-OM? Night-night, moon, Fairy, Millie Bea, secret financier of GuineaElfVillage,
and everyone in the world and the sky and the sea including goeducks, look it up, they
ARE HERE!

The Quintessential Birder/Philosopher/Poet/Singer

Jerry carries his guitar or a spotting scope for Birds...he blended right into this Maine landscape from a trip he made this past summer...ah the tranquility of an unprecedented East Coast earthquake followed by an unprecedented East Coast hurricane! Yup, that was one tranquil woodland experience.

Cyndi Craven Music

Cyndi Craven Music

^^^PLEASE CHECK IT OUT!

One of the things we hope to do in 2012 (if mom stops calling it 1912)
is introduce you to our fine family of amazing friends: The ones you
think about and your heart smiles before appearing on your shining face.


Jerry Brunner (pictured at right) has been my best pal since I was 19
years old and living in Atlanta, teaching and practicing meditation.
He taught me birding, sounded so close to Dylan when he sang if we
closed our eyes he may as well have been Dylan and we took many
trips with our two other birding pals all over the swamps of the Deep
South, camping, paddling, listening to Jerry sing over the campfire,
hoping alligators didn't like candy bars we forgot to leave outside
our tents...He used to bring up a record player to the little green
wallpapered attic I rented with copies of Richard Burton reciting
poetry and introduced me to Wordsworth, the most mystic of all
American poets...on the record player we would hear things like
"The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" but after that it was hard to
really love albatrosses even though they weren't to blame.
AND: He is the only person I know who actually attended the 
Original Woodstock Festival AND the reunion all in one lifetime!
Jerry, my spiritual brother, poet, philosopher, birder, singer,
and the kind of friend that makes life beautiful for having him
in it. Cyndi has recorded CD's with him but he's too humble to
admit it and makes his own tracks for me, still...


Love you, my brother. "May You Stay Forever Young!"

Guinea Pig Wheelchairs Assist Pets With Limited Mobility - Guinea Pig Today

Guinea Pig Wheelchairs Assist Pets With Limited Mobility - Guinea Pig Today

We are so happy to see this because Edwin also designs

prosthetics for dogs and it's nice to know he cares, he's there,

and he can do these, too. So cool!

Raj Mahal's BAD HAIR DAY

OH NO, you so don't want to hear this story...
Once upon a time, Coconut Pie stole the "Commons Runabout" private, one piggie-hut. Which might have been O.K. since we received yet a (second!) generous donation with which mom ordered more huts, tunnels, the works. Right? Of course, right.

Raj Mahal here, having a VERY BAD HAIR DAY!

Raj, I am LOOKING everywhere for it! The new
huts HAVE to be here somewhere, mom went to the Post Office to pick them up...gotta be here.

Not gotta.
They haven't arrived.
Fairy, he cleans up good, Raj does,
just give him a little more thyme...

FAIRY'S HOUSE

Please allow us to introduce you to Fairy's Dad, affectionately known as "The Shovel Man" as you would understand, dear
readers, for we recently gave you an opportunity to tour the
nearby hamlet of Lincolnshire with him as our tour-guide!

Could YOU LIVE HERE?
Please take special notice of the Guardian Cavies, Big Mavis and Big Wilma, though we're not quite totally conclusively positively
certain who is whom...but quite the garden for grazing and
NO "STAGNANT AIR ADVISORY ALERTS!" to make
mom sick, lots of fraternizing with Fairy's mates, M & M
and - by our reckoning - only four miles away!
Pip-Pop, we are already packing our magic carpets!