Turn, Turn, Turn Part 1

 In the Beginning...it was just PandaPig and me.

Now, it's time to repay his kindness by 
giving VinnyGuinea what Panda gave me...


And the Circle remains unbroken.


And it is GOOD.

THERE IS A SEASON, TURN, TURN, TURN...Part 2

Once upon a time, in a faraway place, a long, long time ago...

I was just a wee lad and PandaPig took me in as his very own.

And mom snuggled me every chance she got! Then, I grew up
and PandaPig died of cancer. Although it has been years, I remained inconsolable and became an attack-pig, waiting for
the return of my beloved Panda Pig. But after awhile, all the
other guinea pigs were having fun together and I began to feel
lonely. Still, mom was afraid I would hurt the others and I only
let her snuggle with me. She didn't know that my loneliness
was beginning to overcome my "attack anything that moves"
ways of yore.

Then Calvin died. And nobody was getting over THAT,
not a one among us...especially mom. So, she did what
she promised she would not do...brought home a little
tyke named VinnyGuinea, a big New York Giants fan!

At first he clung to his look-alike, Raj, who adored him the minute
he laid eyes on the cutest baby-pig he had ever seen because it reminded him of...well, himself!

And it was Good.

It was very, very good. And watching them,
I began to remember what happiness felt like,
what it felt like when PandaPig did for me
what Raj was giving VinnyGuinea.
And we all knew from the get-go that Vinny 
was a Very Special Piglet!
When mom got sick, and we moved to the Farm,
Parker the farm-boy-animal-whisperer did
an amazing thing: he put Vinny in with me.
And I forgot what loneliness felt like.
So now we are together,
and Raj has Taj,
And MacNutPie has CocoNutPie,
and I have Vinny
and we all have a bunny.


AND IT IS GOOD.
love,
YumYum and the Herd from the farm
officially known as "Parker's Ark."


WE LOVE YOU ALL.

I'M NOT A GERBIL - YouTube

I'M NOT A GERBIL - YouTube
^^^^^IT'S BING!^^^
PRESS I'M NOT A GERBIL YouTube
PREPARE FOR LAUGHTER!


He says: "I'm Bing. I am not a gerbil."
Then he takes us there...(Madonna)


...oh, Bing, HYSTERICALLY SUBTLE -

ESPLAININ' TO US HE AIN'T NO GERBIL...
OR DONALD TRUMP!
OR DONALD TRUMP'S HAIR!
OOPS, WE MEANT "THE DONALD!"

(Bing, we never thought you were a gerbil!)

LET'S DANCE!

The Guinea pig song - YouTube

^^^Press You Tube!
WHY? CUZ...
IT BE BING!
AGAIN, YOU ASK?

Yeah, BABY, so mebbe you have seen dis posted a half dozen times already.
WHY? YOU ASK WHY??? STILL???
(seriously, you still asking why?!)

BECAUSE WE LOVE BING and his song and perky-piggy-dance cheer us up and we know mom misses us and is afraid we'Z growin' bunny ears and bunny tails, so we need her (and YOU!) to watch Bing and, hey baby, remember that we ARE
GUINEA PIGS FOREVER TOGETHER!

DID SOMEONE SAY:
BUNNY-PARTY-IS-SO-ON?!!!

MY NEW FRIEND: YUM-YUM IS NOT ALONE ANYMORE!

Dear Friends,
I am writing from Parker's little farm with
news that mom can hardly believe!
Parker put lil'VinnyGuinea in with me
because, well, maybe Parker knows
stuff...and I am alone and Raj has Taj
and Mac and CoconutPies have one another
it is just that I have been, well, missing
PandaPig for years and...I LOVE it when
the others visit me and we sniff and chatter
while they or I are on Runabout, but put
me in with other piggies and...
Mum's hand gets stuck in the middle.
So, Parker and Edwin got some kinda
"guy thing" cuz he won't call mom
so Edwin called him for mom cuz she
misses us so bad and GUESS WHAT?
I GOT VINNY-GUINEA!
HEH-HEH-HEH!
AIN'T THAT A KICK IN THE PANTS, RAJ?!
WOW!
It's wonderful. I'm not alone anymore
and nobody knows more tricks to teach Vinny than me plus it turns out Vinny got a very high
I.Q. so he will be one wily PiratePig!!!


The not so good news: mom not well enough
for us to come home. Not even me and Vinny.
And she's sad.
But we are all doing great and still hoping
to keep our bunny ears so in the spring
if we aren't home (which may be Seattle)
we hope to go "free range" in the farmyard
with his other piggies, bunnies, turkeys,
and all such what-nots!


Until then, have to admit we miss mom,
she misses us, 
and we'll blog when we have some news.
Love you all and
thanks for taking such good care of us!


HEH-HEH-I GOT A GENIUS PIRATE PRODIGY!
CAN YOU IMAGINE US GOING FREE-RANGE
ON THIS WORLD?! WHEEEEEEEK!

NEW YORK GOES ALL "HEAVEN" ON THE PATS!

{Jamie Squire photo}

'Lil L.J. Gettin' Jiggy Wid It!

Oh, Connie, you got a fan in Lil'L.J. fo'Sho!    GO GIANTS!

{PHOTO COURTESY OF CONNIEEEEEEEEE!}

LJ, OFFICAL MASCOT OF THE NEW YORK GIANTS!

It's hard being a mascot when you're a MINI-DACHSHUND
but I'm not just ANY MINI-DACHSHUND!!!!!
I am L.J. and with my mom, ConnieEEEEEEEEEEEE, she gonna feed me BIG TREATS
after game while we watch:

"ESPN: WHAT THE *** THE PATRIOTS DID WRONG" Analysis!
Actually, might not be so hard to figure out what they did wrong, considering
Tom Brady thinks it "The Stupor Bowel." Oh, Tom makes me laugh so much!

{Photo courtesy of Connieeeeeeeeeee, NY Giants cheerleader}

UH-OH!

As you all know, since mom has been in
the hospital three times already and remains
unstable and at risk, Parker our friend from the Farm Store
who "Gifts Us" to mom is taking care of us at his own farm full of Nigerian dwarf goats, exotic turkeys, Heritage chickens, rooster(s) and lots of other animals but he put us inside with a little bunny
because he thinks mom spoiled us so he isn't letting us run 
free-range in his back yard with all the other animals
and guinea pigs! Says we're not acclimated to the cold. BAH!
Life with our rabbit has been "different"...
As we have been "inducted" into the BUNNY HALL OF FAME
which came with exclusively special bunny-ears!
Thing is, we like them and nibble on one another's
ears and try to rip them off one another's heads to cuddle
with them since farm-boy Parker didn't take even ONE of our cuddle-cups or huts, saying that mom spoils us and treats us like her very own babies: HOW DARE HE!
We know mom remains way too sick to take us back yet
(although she is bereft without us) leaving us to adopt a policy of blending in, hoping maybe Parker will let us roam free once the sun shines with rays of spring-like warmth (ya, right...) but we ALL wanna experience for ourselves what life as free-range 
GuineaBuns feels like! We think this looks authentic, don't you?
We know (because each one of us FEELS) mom missing us terribly. But she don't know'bout our bunny-ears...her concern is missing out on Vinny's "formative WHEEKS" where he had already begun snuggling, eating, and napping contentedly in the palm of her warm hand: BabyVinny, cuddle-pig...
velvety, therapeutic, soul-healing...he is mom's Happy Place 
as are every one of us; WE have simply had more time.
uh, and, hmmmmmmmmm...
(NOW he thinks he a bunny: How WE gonna 'splain THAT?)
UH-OH: Mom, better get well soon or we may start growing longer, furrier, thumper-feet & hop about like jack-a-lopes, especially VinnyGuinea, being so young and impressionable & all.


We love you. ALL OF YOU!
And thank you with ALL "our bunny-pig" (don't tell mom)
HEARTS for YOUR prayers, well-wishes, and kind thoughts...
We love you, friends, we seriously do love AND FEEL You.
As does mom: hugged in the sweet peace of your kind warmth:  softly protected by you, allowing her to repose in Peace...
Peace gifted to us by YOU.
OUR HEARTS MELT IN THE CARE OF EACH AND EVERY one of our precious friends with gratitude only a Bunny-Pig 
can feel...
love you sincerely, you bring us all hope, comfort, and calmness
in the midst of these profoundly challenging times.
Sincerely,
Your very own GuineaRabbits of BunnyPigFarm Sanctuary.


(OOOOH, Mom gonna get Parker for this!)

SUPERBOWL CHAMPS, 2012!

As predicted by Nostradamus and the Mayans.
Can't change it: What Is, Is.
Patriots fans, we feel your pain.
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!
OH, GOOD ONE!
WOW, HA-HA, YA SURE, HA!
We crack ourselves UP we are so funny!

NEW YORK GIANTS TOTALLY RULE!

                                                                       'NUFF SAID!

WHO'S YOUR DADDY?

YEAH! WE LOST!
NOW I CAN GET ON
"DANCING WITH THE STARS"
AND MAKE GUEST APPEARANCES
ON...ON...UH...
"DANCING WITH THE STARS!"
AND I DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER THAT
INSANE QUESTION THAT SECRETLY
DRIVES ME C.R.A.Z.Y.
"SO, NOW THAT YOU'VE WON
THE SUPER BOWL, WHAT ARE
YOU GOING TO DO NEXT?"
SERIOUSLY?
SERIOUSLY!
LIKE...WHY WOULD A HALF-GROWN QUARTERBACK WITH A FULL-BLOWN
EGO WANNA GO TO DISNEYLAND!?!
THAT BIG MOUSE TERRIFIES ME.
WOW, I AM SO AWED BY THE
RELIEF OF LOSING...
MY AGENT IS ALREADY FIELDING
CALLS FROM COMPANIES WANTING
PERSONAL ENDORSEMENTS FOR MEDICINE TO RELIEVE
CONSTIPATION, INCONTINENCE,
BURPING IN PUBLIC, PASSING GAS
(THANK GOODNESS FOR GAS-X IS ALL 
I CAN SAY! WHEW!)
WOW, I'M GONNA BE A STAR, 
A BIG, BRIGHT SHINY SUPERNOVA.
(in my dreams, can't wait for bedtime! where's my Gas-X?
OMG! IT STINKS IN HERE,
MOMMY, HELP!)