Precious Baby Boy, Yum-Yum After Taking Meds On My Lap

 

Two-Cuddle Days Now, not bad, huh?
For an old Pirate like me.
(Squirrel makes me laugh!)
We still aren't sure he's a guinea pig, 
we think he just came without a tail, and mom
assumed: baby guinea pig...Tra-La-La, but who cares?
We love him and he makes a fine Baby Pirate,
reminds me of a certain little Mohawked trouble-maker
groomed personally by PandaPig himself!
And that would be none other than Yours Truly.
TRULY!

SO SHAKE IT UP, BABY! Baby SQUIRREL! Twist and SHOUT!

 

I STOLE PETER-PEANUT'S
LETTUCE!
 

GOTTA SHAKE IT ALL
ABOUT!

 

OH! i'm still a baby and 
now i done wore m'self 
out. 
Who is "Woody Woodpecker"
and why they callin' me that
then laughing so hard they fall
down on they's backs gigglin'
till they's bellies ache?
Well, i don't like it!
(or do i? who he?
like James Bond?)
i'm only trying to make
mommy laugh.
she got sick today
and might have to
go to the hospital.
me and Yum-Yum,
we got it! if she go for
a day or two, we gonna
parTAY down.
(what parTAY mean?
why does everybody make
fun of me cuz i still little?)
~*~
p.s. being sick is making mom really, really mad now so that makes
her take her drumsticks and turn on the music in the car on the way
home and play on the steering wheel so if you read the posts on
HoneyAntDreamer, (our secret blog, don't tell anyone) and it
sounds like we're all having a real party, we aren't.
In reality, we are trying to survive, or mom is, and today when
she told her doctor we are her Therapy Animals, she really meant it.

Mom, I Really Think a Haircut Would Cheer You UP! Just Look How Happy I AM!

 

Take this photo and tell her you want
to look just like me!
VOILA!
Honest, you're beautiful, too.
Just need a new "do" and watch the
sun smile down upon us all in heaps
of fall happiness.
MOM: "My precious darling, I already
look like you. I need a latte."
"A whadda-whadda?"
"You'll learn soon enough, Little Grasshopper,
you'll learn soon enough."
"Then, mom, can we listen to that music on
the Radio again?  My favorite song was the
Symphony playing "When Johnny Comes Munching Home."
You betcha, Sweetie.
~*~

My Comfort, Our New Love

 

Little Squirrel Having Breakfast in Bed.
We just discovered how much he loves
classical music! 
Yum-Yum and the herd are happy 
and soon I will be out of bed, too.
We still believe everyone
needs a little Squirrel now and then!
 (although it's true I dream he has a bushy tail...)
Love,
us
~*~

SAVING ANIMALS FROM EUTHANASIA, ONE FLIGHT AT A TIME!

 

Bellingham volunteer pilots fly rescue missions to save two dogs | Local News | The Bellingham Herald

Bellingham volunteer pilots fly rescue missions to save two dogs | Local News | The Bellingham Herald

^^^Read for Hope, Happiness, and Joy!^^^

Before taking a brief time-out from being online, we want to leave you with this heartwarming, true story featured on the front page of today's

Bellingham Herald!
Most media outlets break news that only creates fear, divisiveness, and is enough to cause anyone to believe we live in a world on fire with hatred.

 Guess what? Those are words. THESE are pilots.

Real people. This is selfless service, called Seva in Hindi, this is ACTION SAVING LIVES!

 And this is their inspiring, true story!

 

We're taking a little break.

See ya soon! Love you all.

Yum-Yum, Bhindi, Vinny-Guinea,

Peter-Peanut, & adorable Squirrel.

FOR THOSE HUMANS AND ANIMALS AMONGST US GROWING OLDER...

 Precious Yum-Yum and I are fighting the good fight: ageing with illness. One of our faithful readers, Ms. A, author of blog on our list "Sarcastic Granny" just discovered a passion she never knew she had for photography. Please check it out, she just picked up a camera not too long ago and WOW!

I just rediscovered drumming, having not played in a rock & roll band since 1973. (Edwin and I played Japanese TAIKO drums about ten years ago) and I worked as a photographer for a few Asian newspapers when we still lived together in Seattle...That was a really cool combination of my love for martial arts and percussion.  Yet, returning to my earliest musical "roots" has been wonderful because I discovered what "body memory" is, and that I can still play my band's playlist. NOW THAT brings me back to life: A percussive-not-concussive FIRE AND PASSION
even illness and traumatic brain injury left untouched!

And Yum-Yum, WOW! He has been with me from "before the FALLS" when we still lived at the Wildlife Refuge with our bengal cat, Chai, and has nurtured every guinea pig we have taken in since then...he was actually mentored by PandaPig himself! He fights for his life with courage, passion, and a spiritual dignity I don't come close to: rarely EVER
will you hear him cry out in pain. Animals are hard-wired to do that because if a predator finds a weak one, they become a meal real quick and guinea pigs, or cavies, are wild herd animals who live in the Andes of South America. They once roamed free but now are probably all domesticated for food.

I wish I had known sooner how much pain Yum-Yum has been in...but we know now and are treating him.

But possibly more than anything is my love for photography and nature. Seeing our friend, Ms. A and our friend, Giz (Gizmomma World, also on our blogs list) discover hidden gifts is...well, it's GOOD.

It's REALLY Good!

 Giz is fighting the good fight, too, yet capturing nature as if she just awoke to a new Morning! Who amongst us, young or old, isn't in some way struggling to find our way through life towards that Beautiful Day?  
Yet, for those ageing and dying: this post is dedicated to you. We pray that these days of challenge include the beauty and color of wisdom acquired from overcoming our personal challenges as they paint our world with hues of Sunsets not ready to fade...only getting deeper and richer as we are carried onward to that HEAVENLY Horizon.
With Godspeed. "Endeavor" on.
{Thank you, Rashmi, for inspiring this post.}

I'M BEAUTIFUL...NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY!

 

I heard a song on the radio. "I'm Beautiful, No matter
what they say..." was the only part I heard.
I am beautiful, too. All us piggies are.
And so are you, dear readers and friends!
love,
Squirrel

Guinea Pig Welfare » Emotional Wellbeing and Guinea Pigs.

Guinea Pig Welfare » Emotional Wellbeing and Guinea Pigs.
(^^^Karen has posted the response we wrote after her brilliant
piece about boars yesterday. We invite you to share and read
her site and FACEBOOK, as well!)

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts, 
Karen, for sharing our story with your many
readers worldwide and your own experiences 
with guineas through YOUR "Guinea Pig Welfare"
site and FACEBOOK.

Dear readers, please check out Karen's site
(Listed in "My Blog List") to discover some 
of the quieter, hidden subtleties or the 
"secret inner lives" of guinea pigs, including 
their emotional and spiritual gifts and needs. 

Karen has been kind enough to include us in today's
post! You will recognize our cast of characters
but some of you may not have been fans back
when we adopted our dear Erica. Seeing her
precious face again has brought tears to our eyes
that we were blessed with one such as her! She 
taught me how to listen to those who speak 

through their sweet hearts to our own.Thank you,

Erica...you will always be missed, never forgotten.

"So Mom Takes Me to the Vet Today..." by Yum-Yum, tragically non fiction

 

For the very first time in my storied career as
editor of this blog and my brief stint as contributing editor of the MOD Blog, I 
really don't even know WHERE TO BEGIN!

Hmmmmm...O.K. let's begin with me, since I'm my favorite subject. Mom took me to the vet today! Whee.

Did I have an appointment?
No.
Was there a reason for me to go?
No.

 It was only to pick up more of my meds. The vet staff were as surprised as I knew they would be and delicately as possible reminded mom that they had spoken with her TWICE on the phone yesterday about how to Stupis-Proof my meds so she got it right and my many maladies and afflictions could receive the proper treatment I deserve.

She looked about as stunned as she did last night upon seeing our agoraphobic neighbor downstairs meeting the pizza deliver guy. She said (she always says this to him) "It LIVES!" then as he paid for a NOT SMALL box of something we knew was not vegetarian she asked, "Wow! If it wasn't Friday I'd say you're about to watch a football game on your gigantic, flat screen T.V. mighty neighbor."

Mighty Neighbor, pizza balanced delicately as he walked back into the building with her, replied "I am watching football and it's Monday."

"No it isn't. It's Friday."

"It's Monday. Monday night football?"

"CAN'T BE!"

"Well, it is."

"Hmmmm, considering you rarely come out of your man-cave, are you S*hitting me? IT'S REALLY MONDAY? PROVE IT! WHO'S PLAYING?"

"The Seahawks."

"What? What? What? What? The Seahawks? Monday Night Football with the Seahawks?! Can I come? I have a special 12th Man jersey and if I wear it they will win! And I have never watched anything on a flat-screen T.V. before."

"Sure."

Mom is so excited! She comes in, highlights the appointment that I don't have with the vet tomorrow/today, not so unlike the end of last night's game, digs out her Seahawks jersey and enters her first "MAN CAVE!"

wOw.

After half the game and having endured a relentless migraine for a week, she has to put a pillow over her face while the referees make hand signals she has never seen before even though she has been a Packers (eek, but true) fan since Vince Lombardi, Bart Starr, and Co. led them to the Very First Super Bowl Victory in History. It was still B & W, she says. The referees (temps filling in for the ones on strike) are making signals with their hands and arms that resemble something sailors would do aboard ships at sea, lots of  things that could be interpreted as religious, military, Boy Scout badge material, who knows?
Well, neighbor is kind enough not to eat his meat and before halftime she feels a seizure gonna happen if she keeps watching (although from the sky, Seattle sure had become beautiful) and she leaves.
And misses the extraordinary Hail Mary "touchdown- touchback" at the end!  Bummer.
Get up early, sets the alarm clock (notice any neural sequencing issues here?) and we go to the vet and I am so bored.

Then we come home and she discovers Sir Paul is going on tour having just written his first musical score for a ballet.
And decides that since he was her favorite Beatle before George Harrison was (and remains) her favorite Beatle and she has been practicing her para-paradiddles, that she will finally get "back into a band and go on tour."

Which brings me to this: 
where do I EVEN START?

pity us?
if you don't, now would be 
a good time to start.

love,
Yum-Yum,
Seahawk 12th Pig!
(Google "12th Man" you people 
who will never understand us 
Pacific Northwesterners!)

{mom got Traumatic Brain Injury, forgot to mention, it's only fair to say, i guess...}

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, INGRID,
WE LOVE YOU!
Ingrid has a guinea pig and bunny rescue in
Bavaria, Germany and sports star tattoos on her cheek,  inspiring us with her beautiful blue eyes, kindness, warmth, compassion, and Love for all Creatures Large and Small.
Happy Birthday, Sweet Ingrid,
WE LOVE YOU!
And thank you, Fairy, for introducing 
us to Ingrid and her meeri piggies!

SHELTERING-IN-PLACE

 

Mom discovered the expression
"Shelter-in-Place" from one of
her best friends in Seattle who 
works in an inner city school...
Every time something bad happens,
they have a "lock-down" and then
"Shelter-in-Place" until the gun-totin'
outlaw is found. They always get scared
that he is inside the school and they
may be locking themselves IN 
WITH HIM, but so far have been
lucky. (And this is grades 6-9, young
kids who are frightened easily.)

While mom languishes in bed
with her stupis migraine, we are 
Sheltering-In-Place because everytime
we go on Runabout she gets confused 
about who can Runabout with whom
(don't even ask!) without fighting,
so now she is in lockdown with 
yoghurt & granola, popcorn(?!), 
ginger ale, and a 3-day-old muffin
that is so healthy she can't stand the 
taste and thinks that as the days go
by the taste will improve.

Why all this, you ask? No reason,
other than to show you that when we
piggies "Shelter-in-Place" we got STYLE! 
Wee Squirrel is asleep and I am 
about to LEAP atop my box to watch 
and hold court with all the other piggies!
We have the best set up in the place
but with so much time to stare at us,
I know mom is re-decorating our
arrangement so every piggie gets
more space...and Yum-Yum is still
doing better! Yeah! We know that
Squirrel is the reason why, but getting
lap & snuggle (with Baytril antibiotics 
slipped in) at breakfast and bedtime isn't hurting, 
either. In fact, we all voted and it's unaniMouse: 
mom is spoiling Yum-Yum. We told her
so now we are all figuring out an extravagant
habitat configuration that would allow
us to all be closer to her bed so we can
all Snack&Snuggle her to sleep.
(hey, it's about comforting mom, not
getting bedtime treats! stop thinking that!)

Going through withdrawal from 
medications is hard and we know she
is in pain because of how dramatic she 
becomes after even a week of each
lowered dose. Still, more time with us!
And we only get better and better
homes because decorating ours is
a WHOLE LOT EASIER THAN
CLEANING HERS!

Sheltering-In-Place. We get scared when
Susan tells mom they or her son's school or
the neighborhood they live in has to do that.
It's one reason we like Bellingham better
than Seattle. 

Now I'm just prattling on, but wanted to
add we just got another new box with
extra polarfleece squares on top so I'll 
return to my DeLuxe Penthouse now!

Just an update from the friendliest,
coziest Shelter-In-Place: We invite you 
all to come and visit! Popcorn is free.
We love popcorning and charge no
hidden fees for your enjoyment.

Your Favorite Guinea Pig:
Peter Peanut, is havin' fun!

{what's that Yum-Yum, a neuter coming? 
We betta HIDE-IN-SPACE?
I have absolutely No Idea
what you are talking about! Ya 
just wanted to be included in this
blog post, so go back to munching
something and let me prattle on 
mindlessly to my adoring fans}...
Neuter...what that even mean?
WE LOVE YA, BABIES!