Taj Mahal Here: WheekGrass Fest is ON!

Bet you thought I had a widdle tongue, didn't ya? Well, it is as pretty as my
bi-colored lower lip!

(Raj so proud of his bi-colored lower lip and foot, but we bro's and I got my own and is handsomer: whenever we go to the vet, the techs just croon over my chocolate-colored whorls!) but I digress...Am preparing my tongue for our annual fall WheeKgrass Festival, about to begin RIGHT NOW!

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!

The Great WheeKgrass Fest of 2011

Hey, what YOU  DOIN' HERE?!

Looks like enough for every-pig to share nicely...but looks can be deceiving!

                                      YumYum, come out and play with us! 

My soft-house is pink because I the girl! I love it and drag all my food in it

so I don't have to share. Nobody said I was a GOOD GIRL! 

Now that we are all sharing mom's bedroom so the living room can be an art studio, mom has set up a new Runabout for us that we love! You may think we like wide, open prairies to roam: WRONG! We have no natural defenses to prevent

us from becoming some predator's Happy Meal, so we much prefer our cages spaced "just so" and we can chase each other through the maze, in and out of soft-houses, like the pink one here you see with Coconut...they have openings on two sides so we run through them, hoard our food there so nobody else can have it, do our bizness, and then nap once we tuckered ourselves out! Yeah, this gonna work real good. Calvin can't play with us because he not neutered and our Coconut, well, we gotta protect her. Female piggies' hips fuse if they haven't had a litter by the time they are nine months old or something, and then they'd need a C-Section or they would die in childbirth. So, Calvin not invited to hump our girl!

And me, why am I not there? Because I never got over losing my PandaPig and I will chase, charge, chatter my teeth, and do everything I can to intimidate them boys before lunging at them with gnashing teeth in a wide-open MOUTH! If you ain't PandaPig, I gonna BITE YA! (Or whoever sticks her hand in to protect anybody...) So, me and Calvin gotta Runabout Solo, if you please and me and Calvin gotta runabout solo if ya don't please. But now that we got our bedroom PlayGround and the wheatgrass ready to "harvest" (giggling!) we's some happy piggies! Even if Raj Mahal does keep standing on his hind legs asking me to come out...

and mebbe I wanna, but mom said not if I gonna try to eat the others...but gettin' the whole place to m'self NO PROBLEM!
I remember how me and PandaPig used to play chase and tag and pretend he with me when I play...and Calvin ain't never had guinea pig friends no ways so he don't even know he IS A PIG, thinks he's a person! So mom plays with him.

And that's the way we do it!

Millie Bea, doesn't this look fun? You can come and play with us...if ya didn't live in Wisconsin!

Who loves ya, baby?

YumYum is ON THAT WHEATGRASS!

WHAT Mess?

Back when we still had Bear the Beaver Pig, he chewed EVERYTHING!
Turned stuff upside down, inside out, moved everything into his box-house, then chewed up his box-house once all his favorite things were inside it!

When asked about his housekeeping, Bear could assume such a "Who, ME?" expression that mom just went: "Awww, Bear! You are so funny!"

We adopted him one Christmas Eve, after he smiled at mom from inside his lonely cage at the Farm store where he had been dumped with two bulging tumors sticking out of each side of his belly. The Farm Store people were dumbfounded because he looked preggers but he was a boy, and they knew nobody would want him so he was separated from all the other Christmas pigs...where nobody would really see him. But he called mom...with his heart he called her.

Then, he smiled from behind the bars of his lonely prison-cage, beckoning her to please take him home and love him, as if he knew he hadn't long to live but wanted to experience love before dying...

She took one look at Bear and knew he was very, very ill. Then reluctantly drove home, back when we still lived at the wildlife refuge. She didn't want Heartbreak Home For The Holidays...although she did call a friend to say "He smiled at me." Friend ordered mom to go back and get him! Next day, Christmas Eve day, mom did, unsure if he would even live through the New Year.

This lonely, dying guinea pig went into spontaneous remission and became the favorite of everyone who came to visit, pet, admire, and love us. He lived a happy, fun-filled life until just days after PandaPig died, also of cancer. Bear waited to keep Panda company, then died along with him. The vet had never seen anything like it. How those giant tumors completely disappeared since the only "medicine" Bear received was love, companionship, sweet affectionate laptime, RunAbouts
with us, fresh, nutritious food, and his first chance to love and be loved in return.

Why does the healing power of Love still mystify vets and doctors when it works when nothing else will?

We miss Bear. He kept such a tidy place.

Millie Bea, this was ME!

Can you imagine how stunning our children would be? Think about it.
You, me, in Switzerland...read the next post, which says you must have me
or Swiss Authorities will make Catherine rent you a mate!

Why rent-a-pig when you can have ALL DIS HEAH?

SERIOUSLY!

Who loves ya, Baby?

I await your reply with bated breath...
and watch out for anyone wearing Alpine suspenders!

Rent-A-Cavy Wins in Switzerland - Guinea Pig Today

Rent-A-Cavy Wins in Switzerland - Guinea Pig Today

^^^Millie Bea, BETTA READ THIS IMMEDIATELY!

BREAKING NEWS from Guinea Pig Today, our source
for All Things Cavy! It is against the law to own only

one guinea pig in Switzerland, they get so lonely.

What do you do when a companion leaves you for
the Rainbow Bridge?

This is EPIC!

Thank you, Angela, for posting this on Guinea Pig Today.

Millie Bea...Ohhh, Millie Bea????

Who loves ya, baby? YumYum!

MOM? I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOU...

Not sayin' more cuz only you can open the fridge door, but...since you started taking

that medicine to prevent your headaches...and before you started taking that medicine to

prevent your headaches...we...sort of...worry. You been hanging out with Charlie Sheen?

"No, but that Depakote turnin' me into a DepaDOPE!"

"Yeah, right, that's it." 
ENTIRE HERD ERUPTS INTO MANIACAL LAUGHTER.


"But, mom, is it helping your headaches?"

"Why am I here? What is Life? Who Created the Universe, Coconut?"


ENTIRE HERD ERUPTS INTO MANIACAL LAUGHTER.


Coconut: "Bloody Hork, gonna be a long, long winter."

"What is dark matter? How do they know it exists if they can't find it?
You like fractals? I like fractals. But not in my latte..."

ENTIRE HERD ERUPTS INTO MANIACAL LAUGHTER.


Coconut: "Stop making fun of mom, she can't help it!"

ENTIRE HERD ERUPTS INTO INTENSIFIED MANIACAL LAUGHTER.


Coconut: "hee-hee! yeah, this could be fun!"

Bing Cavy, Please Stand Up - Guinea Pig Today

Bing Cavy, Please Stand Up - Guinea Pig Today

Although we have a link to Angela's blog on

"Blogs We Follow" this was just too good not

to post again! We have the "Live Your Life

the Guinea Pig Way" license plate from -

(trumpets sounding!) Cafe Press! - and when

people ask what that means we say: "You stand

up, wheek, and whistle. Then your slave brings

you food, pets you, adores you, and caters to your

every whim."

CD3 is so in trouble!

Open Letter to Millie Bea

Dear Millie Bea,

I love you so much I put on my famous Peruvian winter cap with which to court you.
Excuse me? Well, yes, it is true that they eat guinea pigs in Peru and -
What do you mean it offends you?
WHITE FLAG, Millie Bea, WHITE FLAG!

Why Mom a Slow-Skater

Better to draft behind him. My coach said so.
Oh, Right, MOM! Don't hurt to be behind DIS, DO IT? You so busted, mom, so busted!

Here's to Olympic Champions!

Mom says one benefit of being a "slow skater" is staying BEHIND the other skaters...
She says it's called "drafting" and saves energy for the final push to the finish line.
We think she just likes behinds. Either way, he pretty, no doubt about it!

UH-OH-NO!

What happened? Who was guarding the skates?

That not mom, crazy-cavy! That's Olympic champion Bonnie Blair!

Oh, the one with the funny voice?

Yeah.

Look at the size of those quads! WHEEK!

Yeah.

Man, she ROCKS!

Yeah.

You right, LOL! That not mom! Wah, how I evah think that?

Duh! She found everything but the racing suit, though.
So, we still gotta guard things, and I may be taking a little

vacation to Wisconsin to -

TO HUMP BEA? THAT WHAT YOU UP TO & EVER-MODY KNOWZ IT,
TOO, YUM-YUM, YOU AIN'T FOOLIN' NOBODY!

So? She just got her Dream House and needs to make it a HOME!
Stud gotta do
whatta stud gotta do.

Yeah. And Bonnie Blair from 'round those parts too, huh?

Yeah.

STOP THE MADNESS!

Whatcom Speed Skating Club

Mom already downloaded team and public skate

practice schedules. We can't wheek:

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR HORKIN' MIND?"

since that train left the station a long, long

time ago.

Our only hope? That her boots won't fit.

A more realistic and sure-fire DreamKiller:

that she moves the towel from in front of

the full-length mirror and sees herself in

the "skin suit" she designed during the

Olympics in Salt Lake City in TURQUOISE.

(anybody familiar with short-track speedskating?

have you EV-AH seen ANY-ONE racing in

TURQUOISE?)

This might not be as hard as we feared.

We rest our case.

(the peeps who sewed her design must

have been ROTFL their A**'s off!)

We gonna be fine, just MOVE. THAT.

TOWEL!