3 Guinea Pigs: One Wheatgrass - UH OH!

When a runabout includes one wheatgrass and 3 pigs...a little skirmish is bound to happen because Bear the BeaverPig wants the whole crop for himself. He's already got a big butt (he's the one with the big butt) so we  protect him from himself by standing our ground. Or... let him chase off Wee Willie Winkey (my nickname for YumYum) so I can jump out of my box and claim it all for myself, wheeking "PandaPig the Conqueror! King of the WORLD!"

We Create Abstract Art!

Our favorite thing to do is play together outside our cage, especially when food is involved. Sometimes we get carried away. O.K. we really don't care. We run, play tag, turn our boxes upside down, race through our "Pigloo" (Mom cut an extra hole in it so we can run through it and if anybody is resting in it they get run over.) We really don't care. Runabout is a carefree time and we think this is reflected in the careful composition of our latest masterpiece, "We Really Don't Care." Why should we? MOM cleans it up, not us!

"The Love for All Living Creatures"

"The love for all living creatures is the noblest attribute of man."

Charles Darwin said this and we pigs all know it's true. What he did not say is that being loved BY unwanted little furballs (US!) is the greatest joy in mom's life. She was very lonely before we came along to keep her amused, laughing, giggling, and loved!  She calls us "The Pigolletos" when we play so hard she stops whatever she is doing to join the fun!  Which will THEN include FOOOOOOD, too! We don't call the littlest one "YumYum" for nothing! 


"wheeeeek!" And there goes mom to the fridge!


We share everything with her and she often whispers into our tiny, floppy ears: "Well now, it appears that the one who really got rescued here is ME!"

So, now may we introduce the newest pigolleto:  "Bear, the BeaverPig," rescued on Christmas Eve, 2009. Given up by his owners for being old, fat, unhealthy, and simply not worth caring for, Mom came home on Dec. 23rd and told us, "An old guinea pig smiled at me today. But he is already 5 and your lifespans are only 5-7, and he is sick and has been neglected for a very long time, maybe always. What I mean is, he might not live long. What do you think?"

YumYum wheeked: "SAVE HIM! WE WANT! WE WANT!" and I hopped up and down with glee.
"This might be more like guinea pig hospice, y'all, he really isn't in good shape. But he does deserve to experience love before he goes, especially over the holidays and New Year, I suppose..." mom mused.

"ARE YOU KIDDING WHY HAVEN'T YOU ALREADY BROUGHT HIM HOME?" YumYum and I squealed: "GO GET THE LAD!"

Mom called her rescue friend and asked if she was crazy or should we bring a dying pig into our home. "He smiled at me," mom explained. Her friend kindly said, "Then it sounds as if he is already in your heart, sweetie."

Mom sighed, brought him home Christmas Eve, and then there were 3.

And she was not alone during the holidays. And SHE did not feel sad. And Bear grew silky and healthy and affectionate, and taught us all really fun tricks to do with boxes and hay and stuff he had taught himself during his lonely life to keep himself amused and hopeful.

He saved us all. And now we are 3. We love Bear, the Beaver Pig and he loves us all right back!

Until One Has Loved an Animal...

"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened." - Anatole France

Townwend and Chai, my best friend, did lots of cuddling until Chai finally found the perfect spot next to her on his favorite blanket and the two became one.

THIS IS THE ORCA THAT LOVES TO DRAW WHEN MOM IS NOT LOOKING!

CLOSE-UP OF MOM'S ART

Did we mention YumYum wants to Speedskate in the 2010 Olympics?

Mom said only to say nice things about each other so I mean this in the nicest way EVER,  but YumYum has freakishly long feet; that's how he can climb and jump in and out of his (AND OTHERS') CAGES!

THIS AFTERNOON, YumYum speaks in his outdoor voice:

"I WANT! I WANT!" he's screaming in glee that his long rabbit-feet and toes might fit into mom's speedskates and he could represent the Guinea Pig Nation at the 2010 Winter Olympics.  So, he's begging mom for a chance to try them on!

"You'll just eat the laces," said she, pointing to OtherThings Bitten which destroyed her electric blanket and the strings that makes the blinds go up and down and- well, you get the idea.

"WHEEEEK! WHEEEEEEEEK!" he insists. His voice can get shrill and hysterical if he feels unheard.

"Dear Yummy, you little funny thing, the sun has gone down and I am tired and don't much feel like playing anymore with your long feet or those long teeth (that story we'll save for later, real real later)...so, why not ask me again in the morning, OK?"

"What? What? What did she say? What does that mean?" he is chatting and chutting up a storm.  I better go chew my cage bars now and distract him.  Bear is playing turtle with the low-lying cardboard boxes in his cage and I'll tell you all about the "Turtle Game" when I introduce Bear, the BeaverPig.  Meanwhile, keep your long toes and teeth away from mom's skates, Yummy, because if you eat her laces she might get menopausal and we'll never hear the end of it then!

Did we mention YumYum wants to Speedskate in the 2010 Olympics?

Meet YumYum! Youngest member of "The Herd that Hears"

Gentle Readers,
In time, you will be meeting all those who belong to the "Herd that Hears"...because we are deep listeners with acute hearing.  Meet young YumYum learning a new thing.  Mom helped YumYum by encouraging him between giggles, "You can do it, Yummy, YOU CAN DO IT!"  finally he did and now he can get in and out of his cage all by himself and he is so proud to be YumYum!  We love him.  He has a top-notch and a mohawk running down his back so he thinks he's "all that and a bag of chips" and acts all cool until he gets nervous and scared then starts squealing like a baby pig...not yet a Big pig, no longer a Little pig, he's in that awkward phase. Bear and I tell "Yummy" stories and giggle when we think he doesn't hear us.

The Rainbow Inside

Dear Kind Readers,

Today the sun came out and we piggies went "WHEEEEK!"  all morning for attention, love, and food!  Bear the Beaver Pig is the only one who actually loves lying in that warm sun but we love it because mom gets happy and plays music and dances and it's when we get to have our way, that's what we do when mom is happy.  So, sun="WHEEEEEEK! WHEEEEEK!" and mom danced to Rufous Wainwright singing "Hallelujah" from "Shrek" and she cried feeding us because sometimes she feels God smiling when she tends to little ones and then she just bawls her eyes out in joy.  Sumpin' wrong wid dat lady but she's mom!  And we love our sunny days! Blessings to all and may the sun light the way for all your little feets and toesies as we journey through Life, so beautiful.  Thank you, artist/spiritual friend of ours with the blog TALKING 37th DREAM WITH RAINBOW (RUMORS OF PEACE) for playing "Hallelujah" because that's mom's favorite song and "Shrek" is OUR favorite movie! WE ARE ALL OGRES: "WHHEEEEEK!"