THIS JUST IN!
SPRING HATH SPRUNG! AND THE FIRST DANDELIONS
HAVE BROUGHT MEERI-BOY'S HAREM OUT FOR A
LITTLE TASTE O' IT! MMMMmmmmmGOODNESS GRACIOUS!
WE HAVE HEARD RUMOURS OF THIS THING
CALLED SPRING WHEN THE WIND BLOWS THE
CITY BENEATH OUR WINDOW, THINGS NOT
BATTENED DOWN...AND THE MOUNTAIN GETS
98" OF SNOW...SO HARD TO BELIEVE THAT IN
BAVARIA A PICTURE POSTCARD OF THE PRETTIEST
MEERIS MAKES SPRING OFFICIAL: WHERE THERE
ARE DANDELIONS AND MEERIES GATHERED
(AND SUCH BEAUTIFUL GIRLS, OH MY!)
THEN HOPE SPRING ETERNAL.
THANK YOU INGRID AND HELMUT...
SPRING...
SPRING....
SPRING....
WE are in possession of a disparity, a disparity is ours:
Bhindi was still a youngster, albeit larger than VinnyGuinea
when he came to PandasPigSanctuary...and he grew the biggest
pair of you wouldn't believe the ^%$##&*!!! on him!!
and still growing like somebody put radioactive isotopes
in his gene pool to create a giant, mutant ninja MALE *&^%!
Vinny was long, silky, shiny, speedy McNotYet-i.
Thing is he never...grew. He just grew on us!
And became a jumper, & faster, smarter, and what is
the motto of the OlympiGs? It's late. We aren't Summer
OlympiG Lovers anyway. Where's the ice? What's
up with not having ice and snow anyway? We
don't get it? OOOOH>Beach Volleyball, Jolly-HO!
One pig grew. One pig remains the cutest baby you could
ever hold on your lap watching whirling dervishes whirl.
At the end of the day, YumYum still da Alpha Male
and tonight that fresh, crunchy, local Fuji apple in
his cage, it's rightful place:
YUM-YUM, Baby, YOU'RE STILL THE ONE!
DEAR Cowgirl Fairy,
We just enjoyed your blog post
but we can't figure out how to leave
comments on our own blog, much less yours,
of course, but we would like to send you a
cow-boy-cavy to be your very own Clint Eastwood
ON THE CONDITION THAT HE IN NO WAY
WHATSOEVER REPLACE EVEN IN YOUR
DREAMS, IMAGINATION, OR IN ANY FORM
OF CLOUD SHAPES IN THE SKY REPLACE
THE ROMANTIC THOUGHTS YOU SECRETLY
HARBOR FOR MY MANLY BITS...
for they are not getting any smaller.
And I can say, "Feelin' lucky, Punk?"
better than any other cavy you ever met!
We can watch spaghetti westerns together
and just eat the salads...
I will be your hero.
So, dear reader, please see to right in
Blogs we do something to where
Fairy did something on her blog
then please do it, too!
Love,
BhindiBoy
so coy, so shy, so coy...
Bhindi here. Did you know that I am an
artist? This is my first drawing of Vinny,
who I have nicknamed McNot-Nugget for
his lack of "Nuggentia." Not only that, he
never grew up and remains a silky baby boy.
I am in my "representational phase" since
"LackMacNuggets" runs so fast he cannot sit
still long enough to pose for my "realism" phase.
And, as the WheekGrass turns, he is a mystic!
Mom was recently given some mystic Sufi videos
to watch by someone who visited Turkey and India a long
time ago and when the whirling dervish music started
Mr. Mystic McNo-NuggetZ was eating a BIG leaf of
romaine lettuce in mom's lap: His jaw dropped and he
remained in a genuine Romaine Trance until the music
and whirling dervishes were over, then resumed chewing.
That is why I drew him.
We are not exactly certain what we have here.
What do YOU think?
Fairy, we are off to read your newest blog post
now. Love you. Love you ALL! Nighty-night,
don't let the dervishes bite!
Yours,
BhindiBoy
P.S. We noticed that GOOGLE and PICASSA and lots of things have started doing things we do not understand like turning certain words red and underlining certain words and we cannot even leave comments on our own blog. We don't know why. We didn't do it!
Dedicated to our wunnerful
Auntie ConniElfPie.
NOT taken from a chair!
Only taken from a dream.
Note to our Auntie Connie
(PRIVATE: NO, YOU SHUT UP!)
Thank you.
This is Vinny. I'm on my bright red castle.
YumYum is on Runabout, a free range Pig.
Without me. It's not right. I am going to escape.
Bhindi here, the cerebral Socrates of the herd.
I will think of a way to get out. Thinking now.
Oh, I never thought of thinking.
I think I shall eat then. Eat then think.
Eat. Think. Yoga. Escape.
Eat. Think. Yoga. Watch YumYum,
run and popcorn, wild and free.
Why not me? Why not Vinny?
Can you see lil'me on far right and
big *Bhindi in Habitat Central?
Captives in Paradise.
You may need to press on
the pic to enlarge it, we are
such wee little piglets...
Eat. Think. Twiddle Toes Yoga.
How sad & pathetic. Cry...then Twiddle Toes.
Look at feet, one white, one black: I am beautiful.
Don't the bars break your heart?
Such humility should never be confined,
such magnificence withheld from our needy world.
Bhindi: "I'll correct this injustice! Just get a
wee bit closer, YumYum, just get your bum
a wee bit closer..."
Eat. Think. I can't do yoga because my **
are too ** to stretch...they just POP-OUT!
Sharpen teeth. Eat. Think. Sharpen Teeth!
I am too cute to be this lonely.
Ate. Thought. Yoga. Looked at toenails.
Looked at one white foot, one black foot.
Looked sad. No intervention. Alone to
meditate on beauty of me.
While YumYum runs free...
Trust Bhindi to OCCUPY PIG STEET!
C'mon, so close, SO CLOSE....
YumYum, you look concerned, are you?
WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA?
Where'd he go? Come back here, Pirate!
YUM-YUM SIGHTING!
SHIP'S AHOY,
I SPY THE PIRATE
WASHING UP
IN HIS CUDDLE CUP AS
MOM PROCLAIMS NAPS4ALL!
And so, dear reader, all three piggies had
their turns running wild as "free-range pigs"
and we even opened lil'Vinny's cage door
which turns into a ramp and covered it with
a cuddle cup insert so he was able to run full-throttle all about then in and out of his cage which pleased him no end because then he realized all that
Socratic philosophizing on the merits of wheatgrass vs. romaine lettuce, carrots, and yellow peppers had done him good after all!
Love you.
Mu-AAHH!
From PandaPig's New Free Range
p.s. mom update, some good days (?) some less so.
not able to take migraine pain meds and feels like
got a bullet in my head and hard to see, read.
little energy, but always welcome thoughts I have
ALL OF YOU DEARS,
will blog and email when able...some days
feel frustrating and defeated; others the
warrior inside dances until I just flop into bed
with renewed determination and ecstatic,
exuberant joy! Most of the time feels
like I have a bullet in my head. And that
makes me CrazyHeadWoman. Please forgive me.
It has changed my personality to have
a bullet in my head. But this, too, shall pass.
And I have all of you. What more could
I possibly ask for? Only more gratitude
to be grateful for the good stuff and
make nothing of the rest...
You complete me.
LOVE YOU ALL!
Dear Everybody,
VinnyGuinea here keeping mom company in my sleepsack on her lap. She can barely see or type. She drew this a long time ago.
She has Traumatic Brain Injury and it acting up bad. Tomorrow a
social worker coming to see if she can get in-home care and bathtub bars and disabled stuff installed, so she can live here but with safety of a nursing home with a person coming to help, too.
This taking forever to type. Lotta caregivers coming every day
so no worries, they not leaving her alone!
And you know we all being good.
But she can't email. Or think. Maybe draw. And breathe.
On a good day. And drink water. Eat. Like that.
We know you understand.
Lot of talk of traumatic brain injury these days.
Nobody knows how bad it really is unless you got
it or living with someone who does. She can't count money.
But it don't stop nobody's heart from loving.
THAT'S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW!
LOVE,
VINNY-GUINEA
P.S. we know you love us and will want to email beautiful cards to make mom happy but she having hard time reading and understanding right now and cannot answer so please send
cards via
"cloud-kisses"
Thanks!
The Office Creator Ricky Gervais Video To Ban Animal Testing | Global Animal
^^^^^^HAVE A LOOK and you MODS
out there...that music is going to sound
awfully familiar just so you know...
but this is SO worth watching:
WE'VE ALWAYS LOVED RICKY G,
WE'VE JUST NEVER LOVED HIM
MORE!
P.S. and mom has never worn makeup
in her life...as to how often she even
uses shampoo and what-not...
(shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...............)
DEAR FRIENDS,
I am now being called by many names such
as Bhindi-Swirly-Shark-Fin
or, if Edwin is here,
"Mangosteen"
and it is becoming confusing.
Mom just calls me Bhindi Shark-Fin,
feeds me, scritchy-scratches me
especially on my snout and then
I stretch out, roll over on my side,
kick out one leg and she scratches
my tummy, then she can call me
whatever she wants but by then she
is giggling because I roll and stretch
out and purr and run through all my
tunnels just sticking my snout out
for treats and scratches.
But my swirls are growing into whorls
and my, well you know, man-parts
are growing into bowling balls
and mom is thinking I should join
a league and -
Oh, that's a metaphor?
For what?
Good night, mom.
Get some rest the next few days.
The rest of you are invited to scratch my snout.
Especially Fairy!
