PETER-PEANUT KISSING BHINDI AFTER BREAKFAST

 

ONE MYSTERY SOLVED!

Last night Peter-Peanut turned this place into a
Monster-Truck-Rally as he raged on his friends
both on Runabout and inside his habitat! 
He and Bhindi were even teeth-chattering
and lunging until I stepped in and broke them up, announcing: "There is NO MORE ROOM FOR ANY MORE HABITATS SO YOU TWO HAD BETTER START GETTING ALONG NOW, GOT THAT?"
(Of course I spoke in soft, soothing tones.)

One of the things you have to ask yourself when
a piggie is having problems is "What has changed
in his life recently?" So, I asked "Peter, what has
changed in your life recently? What happened to my precious baby boy? I know you are itching and we'll look into that, but why have you started attacking your friends?"

You know what he said: "Mom, EVERYTHING
changed since you got sick! We went two weeks
without Runabout..." and I interrupted "But now that you have it all you do is use it to attack the
others...there must be something else bothering you, Peter. I know we are using a slightly different hay but you LOVE IT and you've always
been allergic to hay, so what could it be?"
AND THIS IS WHAT HE SAID:
"Mom, when was the last time you got into our
pen and gave us breakfast and lovies on your lap?
You used to do that every morning! Not any more. Just because I grew man-parts doesn't mean
I'm not your special little pig, does it?"
~*~
 These pictures say it all. This morning
I climbed into their pen, distributed breakfast to
Vinny-Guinea and YumYum (who all get evening
"noms" with the others - individually - at bedtime, too!) and the rest is history...Peter LEPT ONTO MY KNEE like a bolt of lightning this morning before lying flat on it to both eat and
get his love, scritchy-scratches, petting, tickling,
and soothing "Oh Peter, I'm sooo sorry!"
 Then Peter-Peanut became himself again.
THAT IS ALL HE WANTED: BREAKFAST
ON MOM'S LAP WITH BHINDI, because that
is the way it's supposed to be!

Bhindi was so happy he turned their new edible
tunnel over to take his morning nap in it!
(while noshing on it...)

And what about Peter? He was so happy he did his yoga with me before napping in his fleece tunnel, just sticking his nose out for a light suntan as he slept. And it was GOOD. So good, in fact, that all morning someone (Peter-Peanut?) has been filling the apartment with a sweet, musky fragrance! Every one of these photographs was
taken this morning: please savor them again comprehending the full meaning of a little guinea pig who only wanted his breakfast on mom's lap served with morning love! 
And who doesn't want more love?
Now life is GOOD.
~*~

WHEN YOU SAY "THE VET" EXACTLY WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING?

Pedicure, you say? Methinks NOT!

You made an appointment with the vet just for me, ma? WEll, that's mighty thoughtful of you: now UN-MAKE IT!
Thank you,
Peter-Peanut

{Peter-Peanut is in a Pickle: he is allergic to hay! And has chewed himself so much he's taken to behaving badly towards all his friends, chattering his teeth at them, lunging, not wanting to be picked up and held anymore...and he HAS TO HAVE HAY ALWAYS AVAILABLE...SO THIS IS GOING TO GET INTERESTING. Not to mention his first nail-trim as a man-pig. And by man-pig, please do not assume his man-parts have stopped growing, au contraire, it looks like one of their food manufacturers has slipped in some Steroid Growth Hormones...things are beginning to look an awful like a Bowling Alley from the back door...UGH.}
Vet on Thursday: Let us Pray (for her.)
Thank you. 

AND IT WAS GOOD...

 

TODAY for the first time in weeks
I was able to get out and "walker"
about town. Many people don't think
twice about waking up alive each day,
being able to walk, having a home,
healthy loved ones, (i.e. naturally, for
us this includes guinea pigs!) and so
many of us take so much for granted.
The most recent bout of illness here 
brought me to my knees: physically,
emotionally, and spiritually because it
became undeniably obvious that to live 
"independently" at home with the piggies will require in-home healthcare support and 
- far harder to accept - that transitioning from the hospital to home may, at times, require brief stays in a convalescent facility receiving physical therapy and learning to walk again before coming home...
I did a whole mess'o'cryin' this round, lemme confess. LOTS OF CRYING. These past weeks there were times when it was definitely was not safe to be here alone. I wouldn't/couldn't board the piggies nor trust myself to any kind of "facility."
 Often, though, I felt afraid and alone.

Oh so many dear ones sent love, comfort, laughter, and all "the right stuff!"
From the U.K. and Bavaria 
to India and the U.S.A :
Good vibes, phone calls, emails, prayers, unexpected packages really too beautiful to
open, OH BABY, friends, you rocked the house!

~*~ Perhaps independence includes the wisdom to know when to ask for help and a willingness to accept it graciously with humility and gratitude? 

 One ought know when to surrender. 
Fighting, I lost.

Today, I allowed:
And It Was GOOD.

"MORNING"

 

Once I asked a street guy "Hey, howya doin' today?"
He replied, "I woke up alive. So guess I'm doin' good."
This owl is for him.

Coyote Oldman Woodland Flutes - YouTube

Coyote Oldman Woodland Flutes - YouTube
^^^^Listen.
I really wish I knew how to post a YouTube
directly on here. But this is how we settle down
for the night. We listen to Coyote Oldman play
his flute and the piggies settle down, knowing
it is time to sleep. (Until they think I am asleep then jump into their hay for a Sonic Loud "Munch-A-Thon") but I love that, too...
Sweet dreams.

My Best Friend, YumYum

This is my favorite place to hang out. Why?

Because it's nice and soft and cozy...but more
than that, I can peek in on my Best Friend, YumYum, even if he's napping in his pink
Square House.

Can you see his face in the porthole looking
back at me? He loves me, too. At night, we go
to sleep together divided only by the canvas
cage thingys, otherwise we would cuddle,
I just know we would!
I'm a happy boy and YumYum is my joy!

LAW & ORDER: BHINDI SPECIAL EUNICHS

EMPTY SPACE FOR DEEP THOUGHTS.

Bhindi, Is It SAFE for me to come in now and will you share our TUNNEL with me, please? 

"HERE'S WHAT I'LL DO: WAIT NOW, WHILE I TURN AROUND REAL FAST-LIKE, O.K.?"
"NO BHINDI, DOOOOOON'T -
DON'T DO IT! YOU KEEP THE TUNNEL
AND I'LL FIND ANOTHER PLACE
to sit and think:  just me, Peter-Peanut,
sad and lonely on my GreenLeaf penthouse
(great view, tho)

"Heh-heh-heh-heh! The tunnel is now mine - ALL MINE,
Mu-Ah-Ha-Haaah!"
And that's the way I does it!

PETER-PEANUT ASKS A COMPELLING QUESTION...

 

"EXACTLY WHAT ARE THOSE THINGS BHINDI
CARRIES AROUND BEHIND HIM? 
(THEY SCARE ME...)
and...and...he has TWO OF THEM!

Dear Readers: Anyone care to explain?
(I don't. They scare me, too!)

THE NEW MAN-CAVE: TO WHOM WILL IT BELONG?!

 

Judging from what Bhindi is sitting on, he 
fully intends to turn the new Man-Cave into
a bowling alley...(LOOK AWAY!)

 

"Hey, just don't LOOK at the rear when so much
luscious gorgeousness and swirly-soft-beauty is
right here, in FRONT, up close and personal!"
(Oy Vey!)

Thanks Bhindi, now please share with Peter-Peanut because we 
did hear you nip him last night 
to push him out when you wanted it all
for yourself!

(and dear friends, i have gotten sicker, but you are ALL
keeping my spirits up as we enter Round 2 of the
Infection that likes living here. So please leave comments
for the piggies and worry not! Their slave shall return
in all her cavyfied GLORY!)

 

"A Poem Rap Song"
by
Millie Bea

My name is Millie Bea
and I OWN CD3 - that's right!
She got me this cool pen
To play, pee, run'bout in -
ah-uh-ah-uh-ah-yeah!

She thinks I gonna share ~
with Joy but I don't care!
That piggie be so small
I gonna take it ALL!

So YO, what up, I'm Bea!
You gots to look at me -
I'z beautiful, you see?
Let ev'ry one agree.
Say "UH! UH! OH-YEAH!"

************
Session Cut! Why can't no one
rap right in Wisconsin?
(Millie Bea demands a carrot.)
"I needz me a AGENT!"

oh WAIT, what do I see
the next post, could it be - 
A man-pig JUST FOR ME?
************************ (i think i just got shy)

{Original Photo of Millie Bea, rescued by CD3}

AND THE BEST PART? IT'S EDIBLE!

 

Yeah, it really is edible!
Who Millie?
 Be WHAT?!
Yo Girl, READ MY LIPS:
FOR ME(n) ONLY!
(girlz)