FOUND AN OLD CARROT AND STAKING MY CLAIM!

 

Just look at this floor! Mom really has some major cleaning to do and ya know where she gonna start? With my tail feathers! This whole big floor she got and she gonna take one look at me and pick me up and pet me and fawn over me and tell me how big I'm getting and how handsome I've become in a Big-Boy way even though my ears still flop up & down like Dumbo when I run, then she gonna wrap me up in my blanket and pull out the comb and she gonna give me some fresh, organic parsley and make a big deal of it then comb me out and try to trim my toe-nails like she just did for YumYum and THAT HER VERSION OF CLEANING THE FLOOR! SERIOUSLY.
It ain't easy bein' me. So handsome and stuff.
But there is no mistaking me for the floor!
Sho'nuff I DO KNOW THAT!

LETTUCE ENTERTAIN YOU!

 

Please let us introduce the Director of our new endeavor:
The World's First EVER "Cavy Sedentary Marching Band!"
  Maestro Pimlico is busy warming up our imported
with love background singer-mice who arrived from
England, compliments of Fairy! Shhhh...
They are practicing their scales now....
La-La-La-Tra-Tra-Ma-MOWWWWSCRrrr...
(ewww....)

 

"May we interview you?"
Just adore those wings, honey!


"You must ask Maestro first, for his permission."
O.K. you two seem like such happy mice.
What great, good luck for the Pirates to have
your good nature to balance their...nature.


"Thank you, hee-hee-hee...(blushing)"


 

"NO. We take our work seriously here,
to become the best Sedentary Marching
Band in the world, no time for interviews!"
Tap. Tap. Tap.

 

"Anda One, Anda Two, Anda Three..."


While Maestro Pimlico is warming up the Micesingers
Bhindi-Boy, VinnyGuinea, and YumYum are hard
at work eating, studying, eating their sheet music for breakfast.


(nom-nom-nom...)


Vinny Guinea: "Ma, please call Auntie Connie, I wanna change
my name to Vinni-Valli!  Her brother knew Frankie, ya know,  she an authentic Jersey girl and I haven't got to talk to her in, like, FOREVER!  You won't let us cuz she wants me to have a wife or sumpin' and ------


OOOOOH, SQUEEEE! IS THAT WHEATGRASS FOR ME?!"

GOOD NIGHT, BHINDI-BOY, SWEET DREAMS

 

Bhindi Boy was the last to get his Runabout
and it is nearly bedtime but he got special
love from mom, treats, and scrunchies
without having to ask for any of it,
just "me and mommy" for being such
a good boy today.
(Don't read the next post is all we ask.)
He is so lovely, when you scrunchy and
pet him, stretching out so loooong then
flattening himself down like the deck of an
aircraft carrier with only his shark-tail
popping up at the end...just loves being
petted and having his swirls and 
whorls adored, who wouldn't?
Bhindi is so very lovely to adore,
especially at bedtime!
SWEET DREAMS, STARS.
SWEET DREAMS, MOON.
SWEET DREAMS, PIGGIES, 
MEERIS,
FRIENDS,
AND SPRING, PLEASE COME
WARM US SOON.
Nighty-Night.
~

ANGER (mis)MANAGEMENT

 

It's a beautiful Sunday, DAY 3 of mom feeling good, and this time she is going to "share the love" by staying home with us and giving us looooong RUNABOUTS plus YumYum's getting a nail-trim and brushing and special lap-time.
He has more tumors or cysts on him but the vet told mom a long time ago if they were malignant he would not still be here so we have chosen that, instead of worrying, he shall be sitting with the Queen during the OlympiGz, yes, and all her
Corgi-Shchmorgis, too! But for TODAY we are in the moment so CARPE DIEM!

 

"WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA, SPARKY OUT
AND BOTH US IN AND DO WE SEE WHEATGRASS?!"

 

I feel negative vibrations...betta hide!
Oompa-loompa, squeeze, fat piggie,
SQUEEEEEZE!


 

MADE IT!


 

Wait a minute, I am not letting them
scare me. Oompa-Loompa, I have been
gifted fresh wheatgrass for my OlympiGz
breakfast of Champions and have it I shall!
Nom-Nom-Nom-Nom-Nom...OM...MMMmmm!

 

^^^WAIT!^^^
Do I feel "A Disturbance in The Force?"
YIKES!
YIKES!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





(This isn't good, is it?)

 

 

You two seem mildly perturbed with me?

 

What have I done to mildly perturb you?


BHINDI TO YUM-YUM: "DON'T TRY TO TALK.
 JUST CHILLAX, PIRATE DUDE. I'LL HANDLE THIS."

 

BHINDI: "No, seriously, I have it all
under control, don't worry."
YumYum: "Yeah, the little runt is flaunting
his wheatgrass and runabout right in front
of us and you've got it all figured out, eh?"


BHINDI: "YEAH!  Here comes mom now
to feed us, too: yeah, mom! We shall now
have Breakfast of Champions for THREE!



 

Look! Mom's gonna feed you two with me!
You just have OlympiG jitters and need
to consult with a sports-Mycologist.
They all do that.
Meditate, practice yoga, enjoy deep breathing: become the embodiment of equanimity, not compulsive emotional
reactivity.  Be more like mom, our household yogini.

"WAAAH! YAAAAAH! (pigs rolling over
on sides hysterically laughing their tails off!)
"GOOD ONE, Lil'RUNTY, ya sure GOT US THAT TIME!"
"WAAAAAH, YEAH, mom: equanimity, never impulsive, have you seen that HAIR? LOOKS WORSE THAN THE WHEATGRASS! AAAAH, NOW WE ALL FEEL BETTER.
LAUGHTER! WHO KNEW?

******************************************************************************************************************************************************************

Anger Management is now...
concluded.
 

WILL TODAY BE JUMPING, SPRINTING, LEAPING, OR JUST BLINKING IN WONDER?

 

THE WINNER:
BLINKING IN WONDERMENT!

BHINDI BEST-BOY!

 

Bhindi-Boy spends so much time training that now he returns to 
his cage by himself on his big, thick, plush green-leaf pillow that
lies upon his in-out ramp...time for this swirly gymnast to take
a little R&R before pummeling the horse!

MOM ALWAYS EMBARRASSES US IN PUBLIC!

Every April Mom's BFF comes up to Bellingham for one reason:
To embarrass us. They say it's to celebrate their birthdays
what boldfaced liars they are, both of 'em! Because they only get 
together, go to whichever cafe mom is healthy enough to
travel to, either the one towards Mt. Baker or this one here at
Village Books (mom sat at tonight) and they do one thing:
ACT CRAZY! Susan is from New Jersey. Mom has no excuse.
We know it is impending.
We have no means of preventing the debacle.
We can only warn you it is never pretty and will
NOT be photographed this year as it only eggs them on
(although they really were only trying to get Susan's husband
to lose it, crack up, and fall down laughing because he is a 
Very Serious Person.)


Meanwhile, we are focusing on the OLYMPIGS and will not
lose our priorities unless they come over here afterwards
and keep acting all kooky...highly likely because
Susan ALWAYS cleans mom's kitchen while she's here:
locked,  loaded, and a-CAFFEINATED, BOO-YA!
Love you,
the OlympiGz


{THIS PIC from last year's celebration. 
With hair. This year...mmmm, not so much.
BUT YESTERDAY got ears pierced
with sparkly, twinkly, studded purply thingies! 
Looks like a Spring Makeover in the OFFING!}

WE RECEIVE WARM GREETINGS FOR TEA WITH FAIRY AND...? HMmmm....WHADDA?!

 

OH FAIRY! After the weather we've been
having, consider us SO THERE ALREADY!
Mmmm, not to be nit-pickin' tea drinking
yummy tartlet tastin' squirrel china cup-drinking
Pirate complainerZ, but...
ARE WE YOUR ONLY GUESTS?



 

OH, quite fine, then, thought so,
no complaints, just us and you and
Marigold wearing her squirrel
costume to match her squirrel teacup...
whew! That was close. We didn't
want to practice our OlympiG sprint
skills on anyone cheeky enough to race
off with cheeks full of tarts baked by
you and your mum for you and us
and Marigold and your mum and 
dad, just that she's a bit plumpy and
that costume she's wearing is a bit...
well, how lovely, how lovely your
garden and hospitality are,
THANK YOU, FAIRY,
THIS IS SPLENDIFEROUS!
love,
Well-Mannered Pirates
of the
Americas!


{P.S. Food Provider: Fairy and her mum, "borrowed"
without permission, as always.
Garden Arrangements courtesy without their
knowing it by Fairy and her mum, "borrowed"
without permission, as always.
Squirrel provided by Animals without a Conscience
provided by Nature, "Borrowed" by the same
Agency who provides Pirate Guinea Pigs like us!
Entire Photo Shoot Courtesy of Fairy and her mum
used with complete, total disregard of international
copyright law by Pirate Pigs provided by Nature,
like us!
We love you, Fairy, and just have to SHARE YOU!}

AH, THE JOYS OF SPRING IN THE GREAT PACIFIC NORTHWEST!

 

Just look out our window! Don't you
feel inspired to...
go back to bed?

 

Today will be better! Just look out our window!
Don't you feel inspired to...
have a latte delivered
before you go back to bed?

 

Today will definitely be better!
Don't you feel inspired to...
Have a latte delivered?
Get OUT of bed?
And put on a rain-jacket to take
a short hike with ski-poles by the water
in the midst of a cold, icy downpour?
Then splurge on latte #2?
COME ON, IT'S APRIL ALREADY!
(please help us.)

P.S. Locals never use umbrellas. NEVER. (Just sayin')

SPRINTING OLYMPIGZ NOW FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF WHEATGRASS GROWING!

 

That's some nice form, Bhindi, especially the
"kick-out" on that back foot there. We are 
impressed, actually.


 

BHINDI: "The secret is VISUALIZATION!
OR, IN THIS CASE THE REAL THING."

 

WHOA! VinnyGuinea's tearing up the fleece 
with his leapin'lizards-hip-hop sprint, wowee!

 

YumYum, who won? Who won? Who won?
(hard to see YumYum whispering to Bhindi
through the bars, something about a doping
scandal and does he know anything about
it, has he ever heard of Mangosteen before?)

 

Bhindi denies all knowledge of Mangosteen.
VinnyGuinea squeals: "It's the secret name
Edwin gives him every time he visits: calls
him Mangosteen, buys Mangosteen and
makes mom Mangosteen in our Molly mug,
oh...BhindiBoy knows a thing or two about
MANGOSTEEN, YumYum, don't let him
fool you!"
~ring. ring.~
Bhindi's cell phone rings & apparently it's
Lance Armstrong...
Back Soon...
love,
the OlympiGZ

BHINDI THE WHADDA-WHADDA GYMNAST?!

 

"First, read comics in newspaper."


 

"Second, approach gym fluffed for A.C.T.I.O.N."

 

"Third, enter Competition Arena. 
Make sure SharkTail ready for ACTION."
CHECK!


 

BALANCE. BALANCE.
BALANCE. TILT,
BALANCE!
NAILED IT! WOO-HOO!


 

"WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA?
I'M THE SLENDER ONE, THE STRETCHY ONE,
THE ONE WID ALL THE TALENT!
HOW HE DO DAT? WHADDA-WHADDA?!
I AM ASTONISHED!

Mom: "So, am I, Vinny, I just noticed it for
the very first time and couldn't get close to
take pics or he would lose his concentration.
Gotta admit, I was astonished myself! You, YumYum?"


"I trained him secretly MYSELF! What's this about a duck?"


NOTHING.


 

OLYMPIGS NEED REST.
(by the way, did we ever tell you 'bout
the time mom SAT ON TOP OF THOSE
BAMBOO STICKS?!) *WAAAAAAH!!!!
SHE REALLY DID! WENT SCREAMING
'ROUND THE APARTMENT HOLDING
HER "OWIE PLACE" WHILE WE 
ROLLED OVER LAUGHING SO HARD 
WE NEARLY STARTED LIKIN' EACH 
OTHER AGAIN!
***
For now, mom still got that thing
she call "Bullet in Head" when she wake 
up with bad migraine so gonna sign off,
but saw me last night do this for the
first time and just had to share. 
No, I can't let her close cuz I gotta
concentrate, but YOU SAW IT FIRST!
no, you saw it second. or third. i dunno.
LOVE,
(FAIRY, DIDYA SEE? DIDYA SEE?)
BHINDI