Who Is Napoleon?

Mom, you got some of my fur on your camera lens but don't stop petting me, I don't care and neither should you!
But who is Napoleon and should we be worried?
And mom, I am sorry in advance for what I am going to do while you are asleep to my hay container...
Night-Night...

Love,
Calvin the small

Why Draw?

                           "Raven With Shield" by HoneyAntDreaming Studio...for E.E.

                                                                      ...unfinished

YouTube - ‪THE DALAI LAMA - ADVICE TO ARTISTS‬‏

YouTube - ‪THE DALAI LAMA - ADVICE TO ARTISTS

We hope art can give hope, can raise spirits, can evoke
compassion from the depths of our own hearts, reaching
the eyes of all creatures, seeing each as our own brother,
our own sister, and love them as we love ourselves,
be them a mouse, an elephant, a dragonfly, a lion, a lamb.
We hope the artist becomes a better soul in pursuit of this.
We hope we can. We know we must try. We know what
will happen if we do not. What choice, now, do we have
other than to do our best, and leave the results to God?
Artists can bring awakening, awakening can bring hope,
and hope can bring action that saves lives, with faith that
even one person can make a difference. ‬‏If we don't try,
who will?

"If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking"
by Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again
I shall not live in vain."

HAY LIBERATION!

It concerns us that with today's plummeting economy, wars, international conflicts,  global warming, and challenges which we must rise to meet if our baby pigs are to inherit the planet and future they are entitled to, that somebody is actually paying somebody to design, manufacture, and merchandise THESE FREAKS OF NATURE: HAY RACKS! WHAT THE $?

SERIOUSLY? And mom, how much art you gotta sell to buy us more o'these moronic figments of some eunuch's imagination? Huh? Cuz we doesn't like 'em & we'z gonna bust the hay out and free it...yeah, we mention our Rebellion in the following post, just wanted our dear readers to see the folly of the Hay Rack, illustrating that not only is a mind a terrible thing to waste, but this is what the waste LOOKS LIKE!

Hay Rackz: PIGZ INCOMING!!!!!!!

NAPOLEON

Today mom called the Humane Society to check on the little dog they rescued yesterday at the gas station. She wanted to go visit her if she was still there. Which meant she would have seen Napoleon there, waiting to be adopted...and we know the rest of that story. (Cuz bro's Raj and Taj from there!)

The Humane Society was thrilled to tell mom that the little fox-doggie's owners came in two hours after she was brought in! So, fox-doggie is home, sweet home and mom didn't go to the Humane Society and adopt Napoleon, which makes us happy and sad. Happy because mom really can't care for more than six of us and sad because Napoleon would have loved being adopted today...

Instead, she called the PAWS AWHILE gift shop in fancy Fairhaven that supports the Whatcom Humane Society, who would be delighted to carry our guinea pig cards and that way we can support piggies like Napoleon without actually adopting them...which makes mom happy and sad, too, because she thinks he is really cute and would be fun to have around.

But we are cute and fun to have around and that's what we have begun doing in the evenings now that mom can't really be online watching Molly & McGee because of the migraines...
So, life GOOD in da 'Hood!

There has been one recent rebellion: she got us all hay thingys that fit on the sides of our cages to keep the hay from spreading all over the floor of the cage, mulching any wet litter and making our cages nastier. We don't want our hay "contained" and are all turning our thingies upside down, chewing on them, and were impressed to see our PirateWeddingCouple, Coco and MacNut Pies working TOGETHER to turn theirs COMPLETELY upside down! Wow, that's cooperation for a Revolutionary Cause, gotta give 'em their props: they DESERVE A PIRATE WEDDING!

So, little fox-doggie is home & safe and we are destroying our hay thingys with gusto and everyone  is happy...except for maybe Napoleon. Mom should NOT have clicked on the small animal button. Now even we feel for the little fella...hopefully he will find his forever home soon and be loved, adored, spoiled, kissed and cuddled. Because that's the life of a real PiratePig!

Mom also found out yesterday that her art is starting to sell and the gallery owner asked for a new piece she has been working on (for ten years) so maybe one day...one day there will be room for more. (Not really, not unless she gets well...Until then, SQUEEEEEEEE!  for "Art from the Heart.")And MAY NO HAY BE CONTAINED!

Deep Thoughts

Romaine lettuce punctuated by sweet, small, ripe tomatoes and
crispy yellow pepper: To be or not to be? That is the question.
Mistake us not for silly rodents, for we contemplate the Big Bang
and whether or not our treats could get sucked into a Black Hole...
We just don't think about it a lot. Easier to just feel the blanket's
warmth and luxuriate in our our own essence "Eau d'G-Pig" as
featured in RodentStyle's August issue:  Ah, the life we lead!

TAJ: "Mom got your name wrong on the picure, dude. I am Taj
and thou art the venerable Raj Mahal, how mellow is you now?"

"Excuse you?! OH, BLOODY HORK, did she screw that up?!"

TAJ: "Follow your bliss, Raj, you'll be fine. Trust me."
LOL, he is so screwed! And mom gonna get it...Ommm,
Just another day in Paradise!

Non-Violence: A Guinea Pig Philosophy?

                 "An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind."
                                                                         ~ Gandhi

               Guinea pigs are non-violent. Sometimes. We can be. If we want.
               Sometimes we just don't want. Sometimes another piggie got a
               bigger piece of lettuce and it is incumbent upon us to steal it.
               Sometimes a new guinea pig moves in and we need to illustrate
               the "pecking order" of our welcoming Brotherhood...
               by pecking at him. Coconut's "Sisterhood" does not peck, but she
               the only member: Pretty sure she da boss of MacNutPie, though!
              Hey, we ain't Mahatmas but we sure love mom and each other.

               {EDITOR: "I gotta scar on my hand that says otherwise...}

              Mom, nobody likes a whiner. Just pet us and say good-night.
              "Good night, you good-natured little darlin's you."
              See how easy that was? Sweet dreams, y'all!

I Iz Dizzy Listening to Her!

Mom just came home after an unintended exciting day involving selling art, the gallery asking for a new piece, getting gas, going to the farm supply store and actually buying supplies for us instead of adopting more guinea pigs, and
THE MOST EXCITING PART - she got to help the Humane Society rescue a little doggie at the gas station where tourists fill up who may have jumped out of a car window then the car drove off up or down I-5, not realizing she was even gone! She and a gentleman from India and slim-jims from the convenience store helped her make friends with lost doggie...but now she too tired to tell the story other than we had just seen "Gandhi" for the second time (don't recommend watching it on a laptop) and she and the gentleman from India had an enlightening talk about The Partition of India. Let's just say he was not a fan of Gandhiji and the first Indian whose perspective on India's Independence did not extol the virtues of their saintly liberator. She listens to a lot of talks in Hindi and also got a chance to learn how to pronounce a few words correctly, which no doubt amused him. She from Savannah, GA, how much Hindi or Urdu she know? NONE!
Anyway, it took about an hour and a half before the dog rescue came and mom finally out of bed so that made it a really good one and she bought all the stuff we need to be happy and Squeee!

Just she came home telling us all about it and I tried to follow, but she don't tell stories in the linear way, like first this and then this, it was more like: sound & sound, excitement-voice, higher octave, more excitement-blah-blah; more this and that filled with blah-blah words combining art, doggie, gas under $4/gal, the Partition of India, Sikhs in Bellingham, guinea pig card donations to the Humane Society, more hay and blah-blah, no headache, no more gluten, Gandhi was a "%$#" the man said, didn't care nothing for the Sikhs, and the art gallery not having a Partition so lots of light illuminating it and the owner's partner walked in and when mom said "I love him," the partner dryly told her to "Get in Line." Reminding her of when Kilk asked Carlos to turn up the volume once, Carlos said "Be grateful for what you get!" and now I iz faceplanted in fresh hay: You would be too!

Calvin wuZ here...once, a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...but not far enough away...can still hear mom talking. We glad she happy, just STOP THE MADNESS! Or at least "SSSSSSShhhhhhhhhhh.............."please, mom, please.

GUILT: THE NEW FRONTIER!

I SO PRETTY ONE DAY.

All Calvin's singing got him was a Big Cuddle, but WE got our cage cleaned!
Thank you, Ms. A: guilt really IS a great motivator. AND MacNutPie stopped scratching so we're going with the "dirty cage, not dirty mites" theory implicating mom as the source of our itchy-scratchies thus gaining clean cages and NO trip to the vet for mite shots...unless the thrift shop gets another microscope. But until then, our new mantra is:
IT'S YOUR FAULT, MOM. NOT THAT WE DON'T LOVE YOU AND SEE YOU ARE IN AGONIZING, EXCRUCIATING PAIN WITH NAUSEA, SENSITIVITY TO LIGHT AND SOUND, VISUAL AURAS, AND JUST WANNA JUST THROW Y'SELF IN FRONT OF A TRAIN IT HURTS SO BAD, PATHETIC DEAR THAT YOU ARE, but...we DO come first! So, care for us then y'self.

FURTHER and forevermore:
Quit calling the vet 'cuz we'll get on the phone and tell him "It ain't mites, it'z  MOM!"
We will, too, and you know it.

Normally I am a quiet, shy plumpy little girl. But having a clean cage makes me realize how neglected we are due to these stupis migraines so we convened TribalTribbleCouncil and passed the following resolution: Taketh careth of us before thou knocketh thyself out with migraine medicine taking a long, long nap
of dayZ, providing you also take care of us even in your sleep.

Okay, mom. We love you! Mmmm, Hugs, mom! Squeee, oh you are the best!

MacNutPie: "Coconut, ease up or she won't buy it."

Coconut: "Oh. This my first time at flattery..."

MacNutPie: "Then may it also be your last, Geez-A-Loo!"

Coconut: "SQUEEEEE ON YOU, MacNutPie: Pirate Wedding Cancelled after that!"

MacNutPie: "Can I keep my pirate hat?"

YumYum: "Would you two keep your domestic squabbles to y'selves, the rest of
us don't care, none of us have hats, we is Pirates on the inside! Don't be a baby!"

MacNutPie: "ARRRGH!"

SIGNED,
Your very own Sweet, loverly, not-gonna-get-my-Pirate-Wedding-am-I?
Plumpy Coconut, bridal (NOT-TO-BE) tear in my eye...

Planning the "Guilt Surge"

"Hey, Pssssst...Calvin! We got it all figured out, see, well, YumYum did and then he told us to spread the word! We gonna do a "Guilt Surge" like remember "strategerie" from the Bush II War Planning Days? Ya, see it goes a little something like this: if she don't get outta bed today and clean our cages we all start whining in our most pathetic: "Don't cry for us, Argentina" voices and she feels so guilty we get her into the fridge and out with more sumptuous treats! Gotta give that YumYum his props, he can really work that mom!"

COMMENCE SPECIAL OPS PHASE 1:

Calvin: "Squeeee. Squeee. Nobody loves me..."

Raj and Taj: "Can you bring it up a few notches?"

Calvin: "How about a song to the tune of Don't Cry for Me, I have Mommy?"

"They eat guinea pigs in the Andes...
But we are so lucky to be here...
Our mommy loves us so,
Her actions tell us so...
And when she FEEDS US...
WE KNOW SHE NEEDS US..."

Raj and Taj: "Yeah, that good! Yeah, keep it up, lil Calvin, maybe a higher octave..."

Calvin: "That'll really hurt her head, guys."

Raj and Taj: "Oh. We would NEVAH want you to do that!"

Raj and Taj scurry off giggling and pointing to naive Calvin with their front toes,
and he hears the rest of the herd (except Coconut) rolling over on their backs in
maniacal laughter.
Which also means their new comb-outs will contain more dirt that resembles mites...
This could backfire on them. STAY TUNED TO "When Bad Pigs Go Badder!"

HEY, DID YOU HEAR THE NEWS?

Mom didn't clean our cages last night! What a surprise...
(But she did cuddle us from beneath her ice packs, that part was nice.)
Will it happen today?
We don't recommend you hold your breath...she still sick.
Thought her walk yesterday might help... Didn't. Migraine Back.
But, we are starting to get the hang of "exploiting mom's guilt"
and, baby, are we workin' it! You shoulda seen our breakfast brunch!

Taj Out!

DIDN'T DO IT, WHATEVER "IT" IS!

Hey, it's just me. I know the rest of 'em is gossiping about how banging on my sippy bottle and the bars of my cage until mom picks me up is annoying. But they isn't annoyed, they is jealous! So, from now on, no matter what ANYBODY says about me, it ain't so!

And they get plenty of attention, too, just that - well, like Coconut, for instance - she such a lady she don't wanna pee on mom so she holds it in and gets all wiggly so mom puts her back in her cage sooner so she can pee and then she don't get so much lap time like...oh, i dunno, mebbe like another guinea pig who don't mind peeing on mom. Can't help it if she got manners, I DIDN'T TEACH 'EM TO HER!

Thank you. I approved this message. And ABBA is not my favorite band. Never was.

Your Truliful,
Calvin the small