OUR BEAUTIFUL NEW YOGA STUDIO INSPIRES US!

RAJ MAHAL WANTS TO BE A YOGA GUY, TOO!

Dear Readers,

YumYum here. G'morning. Mom stayed up WAY too late last night
watching Molly's Owl Box because Max is ready to fly the coop and
all the MODS (humans with Molly Obsessive Disorder) want to be
there when it happens. For some reason (maybe, mom, because it
was AFTER MIDNIGHT?!) she joined the Twittering and apparently, from
what she told us at breakfast, contributed a great deal of her wildlife
knowledge Twittering about zombies not being able to run because
the film-maker who created Zombies did not give them bones and
if they don't have bones in their ankles they cannot run after people
like modern-day Zombies...this gleaned from an interview mom
heard on NPR with the original Zombie creator of horror movies.
That must be some interesting Owl Box after midnight! Not to
mention that the oldest owl, Max, underwent a sex change at some
point and has become Maxine. Mom calls him/her "AlphaGirl"
because she cannot bear the name Maxine after knowing him as
Max for so long. Well, we got our twilight Runabout last night and
were all asleep for the Zombie Vigil to see if Max/ine would fly.
She gobbled up what Molly and McGee brought, but no flying. Yet.

For those dear readers wondering what we're talking about, a link
to Molly's Owl Box can be found at the top of our blog.  It's wonderful!

However, I digress, Raj Mahal saw me doing yoga with mom and thinks he would be an excellent YogaPig because he is
very long, lithe, and slithery (he's very hard for mom to capture after Runabout because he can compress into a snake-like
slithery, slidey, slippery thing and wriggle away...that long, sleek, soft fur gives him "NO-CAN-CATCH-ME" lubrication) THUS,
Our Dear Raj Mahal
has become adroit at lengthening both himself and the duration of his Runabouts!

Mom gives us Twilight Runabouts so she can clean our cages without us in them.

Treats and cardboard boxes to chew on, run through, popcorn out of and: A WORLD OF FUN FOR
EVERYONE, even if she won't let me out (EVER AGAIN!) with the Mahals, so I can only Runabout by myself  since she has no parts of her hand unbitten by me.  She wears her scars like Happy Tattoos of ME!

Out of love for Raj, I am posting this video on how to behave in groups of yogis since mom and me are a duo but Raj joining makes us a group, and Raj needs to know there is etiquette in Yoga.
Raj, this link will teach you everything you need to know. AND EVERYTHING MOM DOES NOT WANT YOU TO KNOW!

ENJOY.

P.S. Don't nobody tell Raj I'm punkin' him because when mom catches our dignified, beautiful Raj doing yoga like this guy it'll be a LAUGH-RIOT for YUM-YUM, me!

NOW: TO THE YOGA MAT! Give us a Sun Salutation because that bright thing is out AGAIN TODAY!

Bye for now and Namaste to Susan, Amanda, and all mom's yoga friends. Will you all now welcome Raj Mahal, the
Inappropriate YogaPig?! (hee-hee)

Yoga Journal - Ogden: The Inappropriate Yoga Guy

Yoga Journal - Ogden: The Inappropriate Yoga Guy

HAPPY ME! WHEEEK! WHEATGRASS!

TAJ AND RAJ MAHAL AWAITING THEIR PEDICURES

MAY WE HAVE A WORD?

DEAR MOM,

RAJ AND TAJ AT THE HELM HERE. Say, YumYum told us that you really keep a nice, tidy home and are a nice, tidy girl.

Um. O.K. Well, two wee, little things:

1. We both need pedicures.

2. Please clean the house, because there is not room for us to run around and sport our beautiful new pedicures.

We think that is all for now.

YumYum says, in all fairness, he thinks it looks this way because we just moved into our new apartment.

But, he also said that about the condo: "Oh, you guys, it just looks this way because we're about to move into our new apartment."

Mom, we're HERE IN THE NEW APARTMENT AND WE WANT TO RUN FREE ACROSS THE FLOOR and SING! Which we cannot do, as all of our near and dear readers can see.

THIS IS OUR NEW APARTMENT - HELP US!


thank you most kindly,
love,
the Mahals

YOGA: UPWARD FACING PIG

Each morning, I practice yoga with Raj and Taj Mahal, who think yoga is Sanskrit for "chase each other and run as fast as you can around your little cardboard house, then relax in Sivasana before fresh veggie breakfast."

Mom joins us, too, when she is able. She gave me this lavendar sheet for my very own yoga mat! Hers is bright orange, as you might recall from the time she used an egg-timer to bring her out of Sivasana in time for a doctor's appointment and it was also the last time because when it went off she nearly went into cardiac arrest. We could've told you mom, that it was not a good idea, but do you ever listen to us?
Still...
Mom says I'm doing beautiful yoga asanas, especially difficult, advanced forward stretches involving wheat grass!

Namaste,
YogiYumYum
P.S. We saw how yoga toes are supposed to look in her magazine and mom said mine were the BEST YOGA TOES!

GUINEA PIGS CONFESS: WE ARE "GLEEKS!" GUINEA-GLEEKS! WE ARE PROUD TO WATCH GLEE AND SING OUR PIGGIE SONGS!

Dear Readers,

We do not have a T.V. but we can watch "GLEE" with mom on the laptop, which has a wide screen and our Auntie Ann (Dom-Dom's Mom) sent us speakers! So now, we watch, we laugh, and - most of all, we sing!

This song is special to us because we are all rescues, once surrendered or just dropped off by "owners"
who did not want us.  This leaves a lasting wound of sadness in a little guinea pig's heart, always wondering
what was so unlovable about us that nobody wanted us anymore...until NOW!

SO, when this episode of "GLEE!" came on and Mercedes sang this song to the entire high school in
defiance of the cheerleading coach, we all walked proudly onto the gym floor with her, and we sang, too, as loud as we could!  With pride!  We regained our self-respect and enjoyed having been invited onto the set
and filmed with the rest of the cast.  You can't see us because we are little and the camera would have had
to pan the gym floor and show everybody's sneakers for us to be visible in the scene. But there we were,
and to this day we wake up singing, as we hope you all will, "I AM BEAUTIFUL" because:

we are. each and every one of us, large and small, all beautiful in every single way, like the song says!

MAY WE SEE THE BEAUTY WITHIN THE EYES OF ALL GOD'S CREATURES, AND LOVE LIKE WE HAVE NEVER LOVED BEFORE. BECAUSE THAT, DEAR FRIENDS, IS BEAUTIFUL!

YumYum Out AND LOVING IT!

Glee : Beautiful: SOMETIMES WE SING THIS TOGETHER AT THE SANCTUARY, NOT KNOWING WHY WE WEREN'T WANTED ONCE, KNOWING WE ARE LOVED NOW.

GLEE Inside the Music: I Am Beautiful

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL AND SO AM I!

TODAY WE SEE OUR FIRST CLOWN! GUINEA PIGS DEFINITELY IN THE CITY!

Dear Readers,

Today is a bright, sunny Saturday morning wherein we actually observed a clown stroll by on the street below us.
A Real Clown! Strolling. Down the street. Walking down the sidewalk. This is going to be an interesting place to
view humanity at its most eccentric, methinks! The sun comes out and so do the Clowns. You humans never fail
to fascinate!

love,
YumYum

Really, a clown?!

"MOM! CAN WE BE CLOWNS, TOO?"

"Honey, they don't make clown shoes tiny enough for your little piggie feet and little piggie toes, I'm sorry."

"MAKE US SOME?!"

"You know I can't sew, or cobble, or whatever."

"O.K. then, we'll figure something out. The Mahals and I WANT TO BE CLOWNS!"

"Well, YumYum, you do that, sweetheart, and let me know how it all works out."

"Oh, you'll know! Wait until we get a little car to pack our little clownSelves into: YOU'LL KNOW, MAKE NO MISTAKE,
MOM...YOU. WILL. KNOW!"