WARNING FROM THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE!

WE HAVE JUST RECEIVED
A WARNING FROM THE
NATIONAL WEATHER
SERVICE THAT AN
IMPENDING WIND AND
SNOWSTORM IS DUE TO
HIT US TONIGHT AND
INTO TOMORROW WITH
WIND GUSTS AND SNOW...
Vinny: "Bhindi, we already know that."


I HAVE BEEN BETRAYED!
MOM HASN'T GAINED
ALTITUDE IN TWO DAYS,
SHE THOUGHT TODAY
WAS SUNDAY, SHE CALLED
EDWIN, WHO SAID IT WAS
SATURDAY...

Vinny: "Bhindi, we already know that, too. Pip-pip
and out with it!"

I AM THE EMBODIMENT
OF LOVE PERSONIFIED,
AS YOU CAN SEE...HOW MANY CAVIES
CAN FIT "INSIDE" BUT BECAUSE MOM
COULDN'T "GAIN ANY ALTITUDE" FOR TWO DAYS SHE HAS BEEN HOMEBOUND WHICH MEANS SHE CAN SEE EVERY LITTLE THING I DO AND SHE HAS A VERY BIG BAND-AID ON HER FINGER BECAUSE...

Vinny: "Go on, please, Bhindi. The court is waiting."


FINE. I ATTACKED VINNY THEN 
YUM-YUM COULD SMELL MY BITEY-SMELL ON VINNY'S FUR WHEN MOM SNATCHED HIM UP AND AFTER LOVING HIM AND CHECKING HIM FOR BITE-MARKS AND CALMING HIM PUT HIM BACK IN WITH YUM-YUM, WELL, THEN
YUM-YUM SMELLED "THE SMELL
OF MY MANHOOD DOMINANCE
MUSK" (available in department stores everywhere) BUT HE MISTOOK IT FOR
VINNY'S (LIKE HE EVEN GOTTA PAIR!) SO 
YUM-YUM ATTACKED VINNY SO THIS MORNING MOM LET US OUT TO JUST "RUN IT OFF"
BUT THEN EVERYBODY ATTACKED
EVERYBODY, SO SHE TOOK THE
RAMP OFF MY CAGE DIVIDER AND USED THE "DIVIDER" DIVIDING MY CAGE IN HALF FOR YUM-YUM AND VINNY, THEN PUT ME AND VINNY IN IT, MOVING YUM-YUM BACK "HOME" SINCE ME AND VINNY ALREADY PLAY IN MY CAGE EXCEPT NOW THERE'S A DIVIDER - ARE YOU FOLLOWING ALL THIS? MOM'S NOT... SHE IS STARING INTO SPACE WONDERING HOW COLORFUL EXPLODING STARS ARE...SO NOW SHE CAN EITHER GET THREE CAGES 
OR DO THE "SNIP-SNIP-I-FICATION" 
SO SHE CALLED EDWIN WHO AFFECTIONATELY CALLS ME
"MANGOSTEEN" AND THEY GET INTO WHETHER OR NOT IT'S SATURDAY OR SUNDAY BUT EVENTUALLY MOM GETS 'ROUND TO OFFERING HIM A CHOICE:
1-THREE SEPARATE (BUT EQUAL) CAGES OR...2-AND HE SAID, "WHEN YOU'RE WELL ENOUGH."
AND MOM SAID, "I'm not gonna do it!"
AND HE SAID, "NO, TAKE HIM
TO THE VET, I GOTTA GO."


AND THAT WAS THAT.


AND NOW MOM CAN'T GAIN ALTITUDE AND MY TOENAILS MADE HER BLEED BUT SHE HAS LOTS OF FIRST-AID IN CASE THE EPIC, GREAT PACIFIC NORTHWEST EARTH-SHATTERING KRAKATOA OF MODERN TIMES EARTHQUAKE, TSUNAMI, VOLCANO, PIPELINE EXPLOSION ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT CATASTROPHIC GEOLOGICAL EVENT WE SUPPOSED TO GET DOES HAPPEN, WE HAVE LOTS OF BAND-AIDS, JUST NO TAPE FOR THE GAUZE PADS...?
SO SHE PUT THAT ON HER "Things to do when Vertical" list and now I'M even on the list, gettin' snipped even though YumYum and Vinny are both calm and getting along just fine. See how powerful my musk is?
Why I gettin' punished for just bein' me, huh?


NO RESPECT FOR THE WELL-HUNG!
THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE BEAUTIFUL.
And the windy, the snowy, the altitude challenged.
(she'll never really be well enough to take me to the vet, so who's worried?!)
Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow...

MEET BEAUTIFUL LITTLE ALMOND JOY!

 

I live in Wisconsin and I used to look a lot
like VinnyGuinea all skinny and shiny and
speedy and hoppy and streaky-fast!
But lately...I'm drinking so much water
and my girth is expanding, like a muffin-top,
and my trousers are too tight and I crave
pickles and ice cream but I'm just a baby
CD3 rescued from the rescue and until
now I've never had a forever home
or been loved and now I even have
a friend, Millie Bea, who sniffs me through
our adjoining cages...but something feels
"different"
and what, oh what, could it be?
Aren't I the bees knees? Vinny's mom 
WANTS ME! AHA, but mine loves
me forever, it's just that well, how
many "me's" might there really be?
oops...better close my eyes.
you didn't see it here!!!!
nighters from Wisconsin, U.S.A!

SLEEK & CHIC OR...?

 

DO I LOOK...(FAT?)

Memorial Candle Lighting for Peter Gurney - Guinea Pig Today

Memorial Candle Lighting for Peter Gurney - Guinea Pig Today

BREAKFAST WITH BHINDI...

GOOD MORNING, MOM,
WILL YOU LET ME EAT WITH 
BHINDI THIS MORNING?

 

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA??
MOM!?! MOM?!? LEMME OUTTA HERE!


 

WHATSA MATTA, VINNY, NEVA SEEN "BITS" 
BEFORE BREAKFAST, YA LITTLE BABY?


 

I AIN'T GOT NO PROBLEM BEING 
COMFORTABLY DEVELOPED IN
MY OWN SKIN. SEE? DO I LOOK
ALARMED? JUST ANOTHER HAPPY
DAY FOR BHINDI! YOU GUYZ, GEEZ,
JUST GROW A PAIR ALREADY!


 

CAN'T LOOK! CAN'T LOOK! 
STICKING MY ENTIRE SNOUT
IN THE HAY TROUGH!
GOT PTSD, GOT MENTAL PROBLEMS
NOW, NEEDZ ME A VACATION, OH
HELP ME, CAN'T EVER LOOK AGAIN,
STAYIN' HERE, EATIN' HERE, SLEEPIN'
HERE, DRINKING HERE...YEAH, I KNOW,
PIRATE PIG, YUM-YUM, BLAH-BLAH-BLAH,
BUT DID YOU SEE WHAT HE
WEARING? AND HE NOT EVEN
FULL GROWN? LIKE I GOTTA
HAVE THAT NEXT TO ME FOR
THE REST OF MY LIFE?
note to self: calm down, move into hay trough, 
sue for mental damages, trauma, GET
GUINEA PROZAC FULL DOSE!
 **whadda-whadda-whadda**WHAT 
IF...IT THAT THEY THOSE
happen to Vinny? OH, HA-HA, HA-HA,
NOW THAT'S ENTERTAINMENT! 
oh, I crack myself up, now I'm fine...
hey! DO I HAVE DANDRUFF?
OH BLOODY HORK!
THE SHOCK GIMME DANDRUFF!
MOM!!!!!

BHINDI'S "SHARK-FIN!"

 

^^PLEASE CLICK-PIC^^
& ENLARGE TO SEE SHARK-FIN
TOP LEFT: IF. YOU. DARE!
IT has been so kind of you not to mention
it so we'll come out and tell you:
We already know that our little darling
Bhindi has a 'shark fin' that sticks up
and he has got to be one of the most
endearing piglets we have ever known.
Not only for his elongated length,
or his extraordinary swirlitude,
or the musky, fragrant, furrily-clad
ENDOWMENT he sports as such 
a youth (he is, technically, still a 
baby...?!) but for all these reasons
put together and although his
endowment allows him to remain
a bit more nervous and hyperactive
than the snip-snipped of his kind,
he is quite a lovely shark to brush
and comb...for once he starts purring
he gets so happy he begins barrel-rolling
over on his side, kicking out his little
feet, making us all giggle, he loves
being petted THAT MUCH, 
once he realizes that
"THE BIG HAND" is not
an eagle or the guy from that
horrid "Food Channel"
(PERISH THE THOUGHT!)


Does our little darling have a shark fin?
Yes!
Do we love him more for it?
Yes more!
 Have we any intentions to snip-his-kipper-cabooses?
No! They're just so cute,
they have fur with three different colors...
(albeit they ARE CONTINUING TO GROW,
WHICH CONCERNS US, particularly
given that VinnyGuinea...)


Well, say goodnight, piggies, the physical
therapist wore us out today! We had to
actually take out the garbage. He thinks mom
is her own worst enemy, that the apartment will
get her before any illnesses have a chance...

(and he's right!)


So, early to bed, and shark-fin to rise,
we leave you tonight
wearing shark-fin disguise
and the music from "JAWS"
as we tap our shark paws!


Good night,
love,
Vinny the BITER!
(oh bloody, HORK, YumYum, you 
told me she was already under the covers!)

MEERI-BOY'S LIFE IN PICTURES

^^^PRESS FOR FULL SIZE!


TODAY Ingrid sent us this beautiful collage of her Meeri-Boy's
life in pictures from when he was a young lad, to his marriage, 
his children and family, his days as an older fellow...we are
GRATITUDE INFINITE for every day he remains with us
for he is already EIGHT YEARS OLD and counting
yet determined to grow old in Bavaria surrounded by
his harem of seven, he remains our favorite, and
we send love in every breath we take in
and more love with every breath we breathe out
and love in every beat of our heart!
Please address your love to all today,
and - if it's quite all right - would
you include a little package covered
in bright, red hearts addressed to
"Meeri-Boy: Bavaria"
THANK YOU!
LOVE,
ALL OF US

WHO ME? BITE? I'M JUST A SPRING FROGGIE!

 

THANK YOU, MARIFUN for my new
hat, because moboody can look at me now
and even think i would ever bite amybody.
Marifun, for correcting mom, she was
"altitude challenged" and thought
it was me. But it's almost spring and
that always brings out the WHIMSY
IN VINNY-GUINEA, SO, 
dEeur maryfUm,
thAmks uou 4 mY noo hat,
it izz ssssso pretty
nuw i iz a SPrimG frOg
i LuRvZ yuu,
mAriFarm,
yoUr VimmY,
Vimmy

MY CONFESSION

 

MOM said I had to make a confession because
everybody thinks I'm so cute, well, here it is:
"I have one black foot."
See it? My front left foot, all black
Glad we got that business out of the way, whew!


 

MOM: "VinnyGuinea, is that the confession
that explains the band-aid, dear?"
VINNY: "OH, and I bite."
MOM: "Who else was a biter, even though
we never spoke of it openly?"
VINNY: "Raj. He taught me..."
MOM: "OF COURSE he did. So now we
are going to unteach you, O.K. because you
are tiny with a voice that could place you
in the high soprano section of the 
Vienna Boys Choir and yet you remember
to honor your friend Raj by biting, is that
really the way you want to honor him?"
VINNY: "Can I honor him with my black foot, mom?"
MOM: "Yes, and we are sure hoping the rest of you
comes "dropping by" as well, honey, because your
squeal could shatter glass!
"G'nite, mom."
"G'night, ya little squirt, I love you! Sweet dreams, all."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

DO YOU TAKE TIME OUT JUST TO DREAM?

 

Today is the first in so many days that
no caregivers are coming so mom gets to go out 
and she will go to Trader Joe's to 
find an orchid for under $10.


And dream about spring while
continuing to clean the apartment
(re: throwing out plates and bowls
that are too dirty to clean, until
we are down to two, but she cleans
OURS because they are all hand
washed in the bathroom sink.)
And even though the sun comes
out then it snows, we won't care
because we have an orchid
and an unopened package from
Fairy to open with our orchid,
toasted English muffins, and orange

marmalade, home-made by Fairy's mum!
This is a screenshot of Dinky from
one of the owl-cams last summer.
We are dreaming in our sleepsacks...
sending love to Meeri-boy in Bavaria.
DO YOU DREAM?  OF WHAT?
WILL YOU SHARE YOUR DREAMS?
NOW THAT MOM IS HAVING
DREAMS AGAIN WE THINK SHE
MAY FINALLY BE STARTING 
TO THAW FROM THE STARTLING 
SHOCKS THAT BEGAN January 1, 2012.


HENCE, THE ORCHID: NEW BEGINNINGS.
L'CHAIM!
TO LIFE!
LOVE.
Bhindi

MEERI-BOY, INGRID, & HELMUT

Today, Ingrid and Helmut's beloved (and ours and Fairy's) 
precious Meeri-Boy is fading.
Ingrid finds her own heart where ours has been living,
where Fairy and her own mum and dad's has been living,
so we all know that Place and have become so close
that when one heart breaks it is like a domino
effect causing us all to feel the acute loss
and agony of that grief...so far as we know
at this moment, little Meeri-Boy is still
holding on. He is eight years old!
Well, with a harem of seven...
he had just recently lost one, too...
PLEASE FIND A MOMENT
TO SEND MEERI-BOY LOVE.
And console the aching hearts
of Ingrid and Helmut who
face the inevitable decision if
Meeri-Boy does not make it
for himself. We have all
walked that path, those of
us who have had the pleasure to
love have also had to dig deep
to find the courage to let go,
nobody warns us! We love,
we are so HAPPY and know
it to be NEVER-ENDING,
HOW COULD IT?
And it isn't, really...
It just changes shape, goes
into us and rests within,
surrounded by a garden
of delicate flowers called LOVE,
watered by our own salty tears.


We chose to allow our feelings
instead of repressing them.
And so we also allow our
sympathetic hearts to
travel to Bavaria and
make a cup of tea,
hug, hold Ingrid's hand,
and just be with them,
just be with them all.
And share our hankies.


For there is a Time for
Every Season Under Heaven.
~

PHYSICAL THERAPY

{Short-Track Champion Alison Baver}
A Champion IN HER OWN RIGHT!
...so what if she was also his girlfriend for awhile...
Today mom's physical therapist came. Some new problems
have developed. He doesn't know why and neither does mom.
So she pulled out her short-track speedskating calendar 
and looked into his eyes, pointed to the pictures and said:
"I used to do this, THIS! I want to do this again, let
me do this again because it was the hardest balancing
I ever did so let's DO IT!"
She loves her physical therapist.
He thumbed through the calender
(that Edwin had littered with stickers all over Every
Single Photograph, his name and address label,
like a dog pees on every single fire-hydrant) so
mom might have called him a name but she
conveniently "doesn't remember"
except the only thing she loved as much
as being in the mountains was the feeling
you get IN THE ZONE...because
now she walks like Frankenstein!
But has a goal...waiting.
And a calendar
As if she doesn't know Edwin's address
after they moved in together in 1992~?!