Pigjes's Channel - YouTube

Pigjes's Channel - YouTube

Mom does not appear to be making cards now.

But mebbe she buy us MORE, MORE, MORE!

Watch and enjoy what we suddenly discovered

we cannot go without!

MORE! MORE! SELL MORE CARDS AND

BUY US MORE FUN STUFF!

Mom: "You are living in the material world,
can't you show a little spiritual restraint?"

O.K. CONVENING EMERGENCY CAVY
INTERVENTION! WHO GONNA SLAP HER?
SERIOUSLY, WHO?
SOMEBODY BETTA SLAP HER!
OR WE AIN'T GETTIN' NO MORE, MORE MORE!

Thanks, Jerry!

Jerry B. is mom's best friend she's known the longest and it was Jerry who actually fashioned her life's path for her, unconsciously. They met in 1975, after mom moved to Atlanta after a year spent meditating, half of it on top a mountain overlooking Arosa, Switzerland! Where - although she did not discover enlightenment - she discovered something betta: Toblerone White Chocolate.

Mom was maybe 18...Well, Jerry was an avid birdwatcher, folksinger, and genuine Woodstock hippie! When he and his friends, Steve and wife Sharon would take off down to the Okeefenokee Swamp or the west coast of Florida for EPIC birdwatching trips, mom just tagged along. She learned a lot about Jerry on their trips together, like how he don't like 'gaters coming up outta the swamp alongside the canoe he in! Mom saying: "Don't you HIT THAT THING with your paddle, you'll tump over the canoe and it'll eat ME, TOO!" But mainly she learned about birds. How to watch them. How to discover the world around her through them

And when she became a wildlife photographer and outdoor writer and environmental educator and blah, blah, and more blah, it was always with the memory of those early days mucking about swamps and dark, shadowy places beneath overhanging moss that inspired her.

One day Jerry sent this picture to mom. She used to give him photography but when she stopped that she started drawing funny pictures. Who knew he kept them? When he sent her this pic - and we may have posted it - hard to know without a memory, but he sent this and kept saying, "You need to sell your work."

So, tonight she finally making those guinea pig cards she been talking 'bout ad nauseum and missing Jerry. Not too long ago after someone really hurt her feelings, they were talking (he still in Hot'Lanta) and he said something she had never heard before from a guy, he said: "Awwww...Chana, I really wish I could've been there for you."

And that, dear friends, was the most beautiful gift of all.

THIS Ain't Good! But, What IS?

"SSSSSSSHHHHHHHH! I AM GETTING CALM, Calvin dearest."

"Oh Dear, Can't LOOK! Hiding in my coffee cup till this is OVER!"

Mom just came home thrilled after talking to the owner of the farm store two blocks away (yes, they still sell chickens and goats, bunnies, and guinea pigs in downtown Bellingham!) about unveiling her new guinea pig card line for their Big Centennial Celebration that she thought was two weeks ago. It was mom at her best, wheelin' and dealing like the used-car, snake-oil saleswoman she is...

"Yup, gonna be really GREAT tomorrow, what time ya need me here?"
He says, "How about ten (a.m.) that would be fine."

She said "GREAT! SEE YA THEN!"

Question IS: Where are the cards, Mom?

mom: "SHHHHHhhhhhhhh! Not when I'm doing my YOGA! I'M GETTING CALM, CAN'T YOU SEE?"

And why would mom need to get calm? Perhaps...oh, mebbe just mebbe
BECAUSE SHE HAS ACTUALLY MADE NOT ONE, NOT TWO, NOT TEN, BUT NO CARDS YET?

COULD THAT BE IT?

I am hiding in my coffee cup...can't bear to watch...

Love,
Calvin the getting smaller as I hide Piggie

SHOUT OUT TO MS. A AND MARIFAN: "HELP HER! PLEASE!"

PERFORMANCE PIECE: "SUMMER IN SEATTLE"

A song for Seattle's 3,323 minutes of summer | Seattle News, Weather, Sports, Breaking News | KOMO News | Weather Blog

PLEASE ENJOY THE CAT WHO LOOKS A LOT LIKE CHLOE
BEFORE SCROLLING DOWN TO OUR NEW ANTHEM.
PRESS PLAY AND CRY. NOBODY WILL NOTICE,
THEY'LL JUST THINK IT'S MORE RAINDROPS.

^^^Dedicated to Meme and Ms.A and anyone else

we know who experienced what here is more
legendary than Sasquatch: SUMMER!

YES, it is true. We had 3,323 minutes of summer.

Now they are gone and we are having a windstorm.

La-dee-da...

Bring a coat...

In the summer...

Bring a coat...

In the summer...

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!