LET ME BE ME!

 

Ever since mom's buddy-pal Susan had her first grandson one year ago and then
Eric had his beautiful baby girl last month, mom has been on this "maternal
mental health breakdown" where she suddenly wants to hold a baby in a blanket
in her arms on the bed and just snuggle. Who gets to stand in as the baby?

Will give you ONE guess...

HOLY HORK-CHOPS, ROBIN, WHERE'S BATMAN? I am, admittedly, one stunning golden
swirly beauty of a piggie and definitely the gentlest, most considerate snuggler,
given my heroic efforts not to pee on mom or the "swaddling blanket" but I must
fulfill my destiny as a LionessPig by roaming the apartment stalking elusive
migratory heads of crispy romaine lettuce, bright orange carrots, fresh wheatgrass,
cucumber, yellow bell peppers, kale,... because I am a hunter, a discoverer
of the most hidden sweet and juicy fresh, organic vegetables! For the herd...
all for the good of the herd. I am not only gorgeous and Oh-S0-Soft, but heartbreakingly altruistic at heart.

Please, won't you support my efforts to "be me" and send mom something, anything, that is warm, cuddly,
and
will not pee or hork on her. ("Vote For Molly" straight jackets will also be considered.)

MoSt GrAtEfulLy yOuRz,
Erica

According to Beautiful Little Erica Piggie...This BLOG is about to get Very Weird!

 

And now, for a little Oscar Wilde:

 

"WOMEN ARE MADE TO BE LOVED, NOT UNDERSTOOD."
'Nuff said. Thanks, Oscar. You would have made a splendiferous woman.

Wow-A-PaLoozA! AMAZING DOGGIES!

WOWEE, these are the most amazing, beautiful, slow motion doggies
filmed on something called a Phantom Camera...when mom wasn't home,
we calls up Amazon, see, and we orders one
fo'ourselves so we can make our own movie for you, 'cuz ain't
nothin' more beautiful and breathtaking than a guinea pig popping*
in slo-mo, baby! Who is beautiful and knows it? WE DOES! BOO-YA!

Auntie Ann, thanks for turning us on to this!!!



*Popping short for "Popcorning" a fast, spastic, flight into the air
or outer space when a piggie is so happy he cannot contain his glee!
Piggies "popping" into the air through pure joy resemble popcorn.
(Hey, don't ask me, that's just what they calls it?!)

Taj Mahal: The (High) Soprano!

 

Recently we enjoyed a visit from Edwin, who came
up from Seattle and taught us many things. He does
not sleep at night, so mom had thrown a mattress
adjacent to our cages and told him: "Knock yourselves
out!" instead "Good night, dears."

It wouldn't have mattered. Because Edwin taught us
how to escalate our "Dragon Behavior" to levels
guaranteed to get what we want outta mom, which may
at least partially explain why mom and Edwin live
90 miles apart!

Nonetheless, our sleep-time was quite an awakening!

We learned many new strategeries, primary among them,
NOISE! Because anyone who knows migraineurs (mom's
fancy-pants name she said the doctors use for those
who enjoy chronic daily migraines)...like i said,
everyone knows migraineurs HATE NOISE AND BRIGHT LIGHT!
(like vampires, if ya ask me, ever been any studies done?
HAVE THERE?)

So, Edwin coached us in the fine art of "Octave Raising"
wherein our "Wheeeeks" turn into Whistles which rise to
higher octaves the longer it takes our migraineur mom
to get h'self to the fridge and bring us our TREATS!

It's all about the food, man.

Turned out that Raj, besides his uncanny ability to
imitate Molly the Owl (some guinea pigs ACTUALLY DO
HAVE THE ABILITY TO CHIRP! so can Erica!) but Raj can
whine in a high C so obnoxious that it sends mom
scrambling to the fridge to saved h'self! VOILA!

We get what we want, mom drives Edwin back to the bus
station and makes sure he STAYS ON THAT BUS, and we
look forward to his next visit! It has earned us the
new moniker (compliments of author MOD Meme) "dragons"
which we wear proudly, remembering Bruce Lee was a
dragon and what guinea pig doesn't want to be like Bruce
Lee?

Recent Earthquakes in the Pacific Northwest

Recent Earthquakes in the Pacific Northwest

While we can't honestly say we understand this, we did feel it!
Mom's bed shook and it felt like a cat jumping on it. But we
are us and the cats live with Edwin in Seattle, so it was some
kind of confusing. Until Ann said: "No, you really did have an
earthquake!"

Mom remembers one that happened at Ann's house. We were sitting
around her kitchen table when her kitty tore off running around
and around the bungalow like crazy! And mom asked Ann how her
kitty could make the whole house shake like that, like, what
kinda kitty WAS THIS?

Duh, don't blame the kitty! It was an earthquake. Even today
mom blamed the kitty and we don't even have one! Just us,
and Taj has learned how to escape from our owlie play-pen!

AnnieBanani, we miss having "The Voice of Reason" in our lives,
HELP US!

"Whada-whada-whada-Whad's Dis?"

 

"I DIDN'T DO IT... I SWEAR!"

 

If I look guilty of something, remember this: I didn't do it.
I never do.
Thank you,
MacNutPie

OUR NEW PLAY-PEN!

 

After hay, bedding, litter, pellets, poo, and unidentified flying poo-shaped
objects surrounded all our cages after RunAbouts, mom went and found this
cool little owl rug that can be washed in the washing machine! Now instead
of running about outside our cages, she moves our cages out into a "wagon
train" kind of circle, installs our little fence, hops in the middle to bond
with us, and...all that matters to US: BRINGS BREAKFAST!

SQUEEEEEeeeeeeeeee! We happy, she happy, everybody havin' a good time now!

"Uh, hey mom, EXCUSE ME? But Raj just stole my lettuce!"

 

"I asking nicely, too."

That pretty, metrosexual, multi-colored dude may be
easy on the eyes, but beneath that "CoverPig" veneer
lurks one sneaky food-thief! All da handsome ones is
like dat! They's so full o'they's own pretty but - believe me -
underneath that deceptively colorful fur they's unscrupulous: And he my brother!
Thinks he looks like Fabio, yA, RIGHT.
Gonna Get Him Back, yeah, when he ain't expecting it,
gonna snatch his fat, juicy,organic orange carrot and run wid it like a wild stallion
galloping across the wind-swept prairies where the land meets the Big Sky...
Yup, that a plan!
I make a FABULOUS stallion! Squeeee, gonna be AWESOME!

"Mom! Raj is Stealing My Lettuce...Again. Help!"

 

Just 'cause he pretty don't mean a thing
'Cause he ain't got that swing...all swagger and thievery!

"TWAS LIKE A DREAM SO LONG AGO...

 

A winter month in the Pacific Northwest can seem like an eternity when every day
is garbed in varying shades of gray...light gray, dark gray, drizzle gray, full-on
rain gray, ice pellet gray, before snow falls gray, wake-up gray, go to bed gray,
foggy gray, gray for no particular reason, gray for every conceivable reason, gray
to get people to buy light boxes, gray to make people simply want to hibernate...

There is only ONE TRUE antidote and this is it! Go High! Find y'self in the Mountains
coated with white powder, fresh mountain air, the sound of stellar jays, ravens, the
elusive white ptarmigan...

The Mountain! WE Shall return...if we ever get well, climb out of bed, and remember
what day it is...SNOW DAY, MOUNTAIN DAY, LATTE DAY! HERE'S TO "THE RETURN & MAY IT
BE SOON!"