Thank you for Spring from Bavaria!
We'll be taking a short break for
our winter windstorm, some rest,
and to watch the world blow
by our window...
with dreams of daisies and
daffodils dancing about!
Love you ALL!
^^^PRESS PIC TO ENLARGE A RARE SCENE.
VINNY-GUINEA ACTUALLY WORE HIMSELF
~OUT!~
BHINDI: "VinnyGuinea wore me out, too: Phew!
G'night, mates around the world, we love you...
DREAM OF DAISIES AND DAFFODILS...
WE WILL BE!"
It's mom's fault. We're having another wind-i-cane
and the wind blew her right into the air. She grabbed
her walker and it blew that right into the air!
Fortunately, a neighbor rushed over.
We might lose power tonight.
St. Francis, forgive us, because whenever we
have wind-i-canes mom watches the local
news from Seattle because if they predict 60 mph
winds there, we get 90 mph winds up north!
So, she watched the news on our computer and
learned the ghoulishly tragic truth we posted
below our
CONFESSION.
"Psssssssst, Bhindi, did you hear what they
said about the frappuccinos being made out
of pretty pink bugs from South America; how they use
their crunchy formerly-lovers-of-life-now-dead-carcasses as food dye to color frappaccinnos for people who Drink Pink?
And we's VegeBearians?! So nows we's sinners,
BIG TIME, BHINDI! IF WE DRINKED-PINK
WE DUNKED-JUNK! WHAT TO DO?
WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA TO DO?"
"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I's A PINK-DRINKER,
VINNY-GUINEA? I LOOK LIKE A PINK-DRINKER
TO YOU? SERIOUSLY."
VINNY-GUINEA: "Still, we betta meet at the St. Francis Cafe
and get absolution, Bhindi, just in case."
Bhindi: "What if the Absolution is PINK?"
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEK! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"
P.S. mom not feeling well again so emails may take
awhile to return but we loveS you!
Please do not enclose them in pink envelopes.
Thank you.
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THIS gonna be good, mom leaving both
cage doors OPEN at one time! We all
loves her but she got !@@$%^% for brains...
WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA?
MY CAGE DOOR...
IT'S OPEN?
WHAT EVAH COULD THAT MEAN?
WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA,
SO WAS MINE! GONNA GET YOU, VINNY,
YOU LOOK LIKE A GIANT RAT AND YOU
SMELL LIKE ONE, TOO!
HEE-HEE, VinnyGuinea's favorite Runabout Bed
gonna have my very special Bhindi-fragrance in-it
NOW! (hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee, nasty!!!!)
There was a song from movie "Bridget Jones' Diary"
wasn't there? when Rene Zellshenschwegger
sang "All By My-Seeeeeelf, Don't Wanna Be..."
That's how a little piggieschwegger can feel, too.
But didn't mom get cool fleece for Runabout floor?
Now she can't see our poohs to clean it.
(EVERYONE LAUGHING: "AS IF SHE
EVAH
CLEAN IT ANYWAY!!!!")
Hey, be nice, she all by herself, too.
'Cept for us. We at least eat 'em to help her.
WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA?
WHO BEEN IN MY FAVE-O-FAVE
RUNABOUT DUCCLE-CUP THAT
I SO UPSET I CAN'T EVEN SAY
CUPPLE-DUCK? WHO PEED AND
POOPED IT? HELP!
AUNT CONNIE PIE? HELP!
MOM AIN'T WATCHING THE CHICKEN
COOP AND BAD THINGS HAPPENING
TO YOUR LIL'VINNY, YOU NEEDZ
TO COME OUT HERE AND SLAP MOM!
KNOW IT WAS BHINDI-BALLS.
YEAH, YOU HEARD ME RIGHT.
I SAID IT. GET USED TO IT:
BHINDI-BALLS*BHINDI-BALLS!
DRAGS 'EM AROUND IS WHY HE
CAN'T CATCH ME IS WHY!
DEM STUPID THINGS, JUST CUZ I
AIN'T GOT 'EM DON'T MEAN NUTTIN'
TO NOOOOO-BODY! I FAST, I STEALTHY,
ONE MINUTE YOU DON'T KNOW I'M THERE,
SUDDENLY I SURFACE WITH THE STEALTH OF A SUBMARINE!
BHINDI CAN'T DO THAT, JUST DRAGGIN'
AROUND HIS...Y'KNOW, FOR HIS BIRTHDAY
SOMEBODY OUGHTTA GET HIM LITTLE
SACKS LIKE ROBIN HOOD PEOPLE WOULD
WEAR, A CODDLE PIECE THING? LIKE
HE GONNA CATCH ME, THE GOON!
Fine, just a little "redecorating" and I'll be
on my way. Oooooh, yeah, that's more like it!
I planned to enjoy "Cavy Afternoon"
But this here more drama than even I,
resident, swaggering Pirate Chief Ahoy
am accustomed to!
O.K. Just needed to go home and regroup.
SQUEEEEEEE! and out the door again!
Oh, Vinny, my cage door closed "by accident"
would you mind opening it for me again while
you're passing by?
no?
{Blog Post dedicated to VinnyGuinea's
Godmother, AuntKookaPie}
May I tell you what happened today?
Twasn't fair, none of it...
Yes, you may cry for me, Argentina.
I am going to bed now.
Sweet dreams.
Today there was an "incident" and it was mom's fault, not mine.
Not even Bhindi's, really. O.K. it was mom and Bhindi's. Not mine.
Mom lets us out now by simply opening the ramp door at the end of our cool, new "habitats" which she covered with a cushioned walkway so we can run in and out of our own cages while playing, exploring, scooting, scurrying, and racing about the apartment, which mom piggy-proofed except for her antique drafting table from the thrift shop made of wood and we chew and chew on it, as it has been chewed on by every cavy who has resided within the bastion of PandasPigSanctuary. But this is the first time mom let me and Bhindi out together with both our cage doors open.
Need I say more? I ran into his cage and tore it up,
PEED & POOPED, TOO, YA GOTTA if you a real boy!
Meanwhile, Bhindi ran into my cage and tore it up.
When I ran back into my cage for some water and a brief
rest and discovered what heinous crimes had been committed
(never mind that I had already done them to him!) I came
out like Dirty Harry LOCKED AND LOADED and he had
also discovered that I had been in his cage tearing HIS THINGS
up, so HE CAME OUT LOCKED AND LOADED so even mom's
"shepherding spatula" that she uses to break us up was no match for "Revenge of the Cage Wheekers!"
Further, I have never done this before, but mom told CD3 on the phone that I went over to all the "common" cuddle cups and toys
on the floor and was STOMPING ON THEM AND THAT SHE
HAS PICTURES TO PROVE IT!
So what if I did? It felt right, I am a muse...following the
"Inner Vinny" and my "Inner Vinny" said STOMP, TEAR,
RIP, SHRED, EAT, PEE AND POO ON...MAKE MY WAY
IN THE WORLD, MAKE SURE THE WORLD KNOWS
I MAY BE SMALL, BUT - AND MAKE NO MISTAKE,
WORLD, VINNY-GUINEA IS HERE TO STAY!
We made a big mess.
Later, Bhindi was choking on something and mom
had to pick him up to see if she could help him and let him run
around again and he got to do a re-pee of all the places I had
already done a three-pee! And YumYum never even got a
Runabout today!
SPRING FEVER AND WE NEEDZ US SOME WIMMIN!
THAT'S MY STORY AND I'M STICKIN' TO IT.
love,
wee Vinny-Guinea
the Innocent
thank you.
THIS JUST IN!
SPRING HATH SPRUNG! AND THE FIRST DANDELIONS
HAVE BROUGHT MEERI-BOY'S HAREM OUT FOR A
LITTLE TASTE O' IT! MMMMmmmmmGOODNESS GRACIOUS!
WE HAVE HEARD RUMOURS OF THIS THING
CALLED SPRING WHEN THE WIND BLOWS THE
CITY BENEATH OUR WINDOW, THINGS NOT
BATTENED DOWN...AND THE MOUNTAIN GETS
98" OF SNOW...SO HARD TO BELIEVE THAT IN
BAVARIA A PICTURE POSTCARD OF THE PRETTIEST
MEERIS MAKES SPRING OFFICIAL: WHERE THERE
ARE DANDELIONS AND MEERIES GATHERED
(AND SUCH BEAUTIFUL GIRLS, OH MY!)
THEN HOPE SPRING ETERNAL.
THANK YOU INGRID AND HELMUT...
SPRING...
SPRING....
SPRING....
WE are in possession of a disparity, a disparity is ours:
Bhindi was still a youngster, albeit larger than VinnyGuinea
when he came to PandasPigSanctuary...and he grew the biggest
pair of you wouldn't believe the ^%$##&*!!! on him!!
and still growing like somebody put radioactive isotopes
in his gene pool to create a giant, mutant ninja MALE *&^%!
Vinny was long, silky, shiny, speedy McNotYet-i.
Thing is he never...grew. He just grew on us!
And became a jumper, & faster, smarter, and what is
the motto of the OlympiGs? It's late. We aren't Summer
OlympiG Lovers anyway. Where's the ice? What's
up with not having ice and snow anyway? We
don't get it? OOOOH>Beach Volleyball, Jolly-HO!
One pig grew. One pig remains the cutest baby you could
ever hold on your lap watching whirling dervishes whirl.
At the end of the day, YumYum still da Alpha Male
and tonight that fresh, crunchy, local Fuji apple in
his cage, it's rightful place:
YUM-YUM, Baby, YOU'RE STILL THE ONE!
DEAR Cowgirl Fairy,
We just enjoyed your blog post
but we can't figure out how to leave
comments on our own blog, much less yours,
of course, but we would like to send you a
cow-boy-cavy to be your very own Clint Eastwood
ON THE CONDITION THAT HE IN NO WAY
WHATSOEVER REPLACE EVEN IN YOUR
DREAMS, IMAGINATION, OR IN ANY FORM
OF CLOUD SHAPES IN THE SKY REPLACE
THE ROMANTIC THOUGHTS YOU SECRETLY
HARBOR FOR MY MANLY BITS...
for they are not getting any smaller.
And I can say, "Feelin' lucky, Punk?"
better than any other cavy you ever met!
We can watch spaghetti westerns together
and just eat the salads...
I will be your hero.
So, dear reader, please see to right in
Blogs we do something to where
Fairy did something on her blog
then please do it, too!
Love,
BhindiBoy
so coy, so shy, so coy...
