REVENGE OF THE LITTLE PIG!

Gentle Reader, take a good look. You see YumYum climbing intently into Bear the Beaver Pig's cage.
WHY?
THE NEXT POST EXPOSES THE UGLY TRUTH BEHIND WHEN GOOD PIGS GO BAD!

WHEN GOOD GUINEA PIGS GO BAD!

Gentle Reader,

For months I have honestly tried to portray our herd as one blissful,
loving family.

But, frankly, I have HAD IT WITH THESE TWO!

You may as well know that these photographs illustrate a hostile
standoff between the alpha-male by virtue of size and age, Bear
the Beaver Pig, and the little upstart with a big attitude, YumYum!
This is dangerous behavior: chattering loudly with their teeth, getting closer and closer to one another, until one will actually charge the
other, ready to do some serious damage.

YumYum appears to have lost this standoff, but what you do not
know, dear reader, is that he climbed immediately into Bear's
cage, carefully dismembering Bear's favorite boxes and toys with
attention to being as destructive as his little teeth and toes would
allow. He broke Bear's favorite "turtle box" (the low box with
holes that he pokes his head through then walks around carrying
the box on his back like a turtle) and then YumYum peed his own
"house blend" of scent, marking Bear's cage as HIS! He peed, he
pooed, he sprayed the scent of a vengeful little punk ALL OVER
Bear's Favorite Things. No accident, this behavior!

Then YumYum ate his food, drank his water, and made a mess of
Bear's favorite hay pile, the one Bear likes to hide under while he
grazes contentedly at bedtime.

Mom had to completely clean, wipe and wash down Bear's cage to
remove YumYum's vengeance. Although, admittedly, it beat the
last few times when she stuck her hand between them...and bad
things happened. Now she uses a dish towel or oven mitt to break
up their Stand-Offs. So, even though it appears Bear won this
round, one has to wonder: did he? Did he really?
Can't we all just get along?
Sigh...
PANDA OUT!

GIANT GUINEA BEAR GROWS LONGER AND LONGER!

We all went Runabout tonight and Bear began emerging from his box
and kept getting longer and longer and longer, reminding us of the Giant Guinea Pig segments from "South Park" when Guinea monsters disguised as Giant Bees take over the world! We laughed and laughed until both
YumYum and I noticed an uncanny resemblance of Bear the Beaver Pig
to the Guinea Pigs, Guinea Bees, and Guinea everythings destroying the
world in the next 2 posts.

Now, We are Startled! Follow the posts and you'll be Startled, too!

PANDA OUT!

ATTACK OF THE GIANT GUINEA BEES! - Clips - South Park Studios

There's Bees Everywhere - Clips - South Park Studios

GIANT GUINEA BEES?!  DON'T LOOK NOW OR YOU'LL

BE STARTLED. TERRIFIED.

FROM LAUGHTER!

ATTACK OF THE GIANT GUINEA PIGS!

We Gotta Get Out! - Clips - South Park Studios

WE STILL CANNOT STOP LAUGHING! BRILLIANT, GENIUS:
GIANT GUINEA PIGS TAKING OVER THE WORLD!
WHY DIDN'T WE THINK OF THAT?

MOM'S NEWEST GOOD IDEA

WHEN GOOD IDEAS GO HORRIBLY WRONG

On Friday, mom only had 15 minutes to practice yoga before her physical therapy so she set an egg timer. She didn't want to be late. She never had an egg timer before because she doesn't eat eggs. But her doctor told her to get one and learn to do things for just a few minutes at a time to prevent overdoing things that triggered pain. And fatigue. Brilliant, utterly fantastic!

Knowing the timer was on, she was able to enjoy a deeply relaxing practice, albeit shorter than usual. While luxuriating in sivasana (corpse pose) just melting into
a soft, happy place, her mind finally began unwinding from the stress of the move and a rough week.
Ah, peace:  Pretty, pretty inner peace.

Mom told us how amazed she was that only 15 minutes of yoga could feel so good before lying down for the resting pose. "Wow, you guys, you should try this," said she.

We each nodded knowingly then waited...waited...waiting until, suddenly, the  firecracker-"RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!!!!" Right by her ear on the yoga mat.

"WHAT THE ?!@#$%&FHl7KR8*" mom screamed.

'Twas like watching a sunning snake in quiet repose suddenly shed her skin of bliss by jumping out of it in terror! Amusing humans, never a dull moment. Seriously, even a rodentBrain could have seen THAT coming, and yet,
we took no delight whatsoever in her startlement. We neither giggled, laughed, nor exchanged silly, knowing glances with one another between the bars of our cages. That would be rude. Like taking delight in a prank we ourselves might have pulled. And guinea pigs have better manners than that.

YumYum is hollering for me to, "Tell everybody how much we giggled, laughed, and exchanged silly, knowing glances with one another between the bars of our cages. And how you called it the biggest Laugh-Riot of the Year, Panda! What is a laugh-riot, anyway?" (not NOW, YumYum!)

The tragedy is how proud Mom was of her new egg timer.  But now... not so much.  We offered to eat it for her.  She sadly thanked us and said it was just another one of those really complicated gadgets with steep learning curves, yet she had hope of one day mastering the "egg timer" for the good of all mankind.

We doubt it. Perhaps a reader would kindly suggest gentle bells as a yoga timer, or the sound of tinkling harp.
Anything to keep us from laughing our guts out next time she uses the egg timer for yoga.  And, make no mistake, she will!

PANDA OUT!

ICE STORM ON THE OUTBACK

WHAT ON EARTH happened to singing robins, budding trees, flowering bulbs, and the warm, sunny weather that turned the Winter Olympics in Vancouver last
month into the Melting Olympics?!

NOW WE GET WINTER?

Yesterday, we were pelted by wind and something between hail and snow, maybe
ice rain. It was dark, we were shivering because no matter what mom did, the
wind kept screaming through the windows of this old place.

Maybe a new place would be warm. We'd like that.

Technically, we guess it is still winter, and we've just been spoiled by early spring-
like weather.

But it was really coming down and so mom let us out on Runabout to stay warm,
get some exercise, and forage for food hidden in and amongst our boxes and
Runabout toys. It was fun, even if YumYum is still chasing me, Bear is still chasing
YumYum, and all I want is a little time to be PandaGoesRunabout without a lot of
cavy commotion! I ask for so little...still, Runabouts are always fun, even in a storm!

PTARMIGAN!

WE are all ready for summer. And mom is ready for the high country.
All we think about is spring: our ceremonial opening of the windows, sunlight pouring in, the fragrance of mom's lattes mingling with the perfume of blossoming trees, and tales of adventures at Artist's Point.

Now that she'll be a hip, urban, bohemian artist, she belongs at Artist's Point, and anywhere in the mountains above 5,000 feet!

It's been years:
Time to go back and find another ptarmigan!

PANDA OUT!

SCUDDER POND

SCUDDER POND keeps her secrets well hidden. This is one such: Beaver lurks beneath the surface, and mom has been able to commune with him when she can  remain silent, unmoving, imbued with faithful patience and detachment.  A meditation on waiting.

So, it's not like an everyday thing...

We're not talking about our very own Bear the BeaverPig, either: Real Beaver - his big, brown, furry head gliding half submerged, his round, flat tail running like a silent submarine just beneath the surface, stopping beneath the cover of cattails to methodically chew them in half...
then dining on the thick stalks or covertly transporting them to buttress his winter-torn lodge, giving soft beaver pups a safe, sturdy home...

Some people like Polar Bears, Tigers, and Elephants.

We love Beavers. We especially love our own Bear the Beaver Pig!

And we love Scudder Pond when she allows mortals a glimpse into the mystical
circle of life she secretly births spring after spring: Renewal! No matter the harshness
of winters past. The eagles return carrying long, budding branches in sharp talons across the pond up into "their" cottonwood tree. Their nest always needs mending after all winter's windstorms.

We sit on mom's lap, staring half awake through the window when, suddenly, an eagle flies by with sticks and branches to recreate the nest where one eaglet was born last spring, fledged last summer, and will begin a new life of his own, coming full circle from birth to birth, undaunted by the winds of winter!

Spying on Beaver when he either does not see her or does not see her as a threat is truly one of mom's favorite adventures on the Outback. We'll miss her regale us with stories about "the other Beaver." The
Beaver who is not a guinea pig!

Thank goodness we have our own Beaver, and he is a guinea pig, knowing that wherever we move, our BeaverPig will be right there with us, shaking his cage bars furiously for food with the teeth of a real Beaver!

PANDA OUT!

GOOD MORNING, WOODY! YOU'RE LOOKING FINE IN SPRING PLUMAGE!

WE START A NEW LIFE THIS SPRING

We are definitely moving from our sanctuary by the sanctuary to the "city" and do not know what to expect. We wake up to birdsong and go to sleep with hooting owls and an occasional coyote. Deer walk by beneath our window. We wake up to the fragrance of the marsh; hills dusted with fresh, powdery snow. What will the city be like?

Mom said to think of it this way: We piggies are all going to become hip, urban, bohemian artists and she said that will make us very cool!

HAS MOM  EVER MET US?!

WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!

WE ARE GUINEA PIGS! WE ARE
UNIMPRESSED, MOM: UN. IM. PRESSED.
WE LOVE IT HERE.


Mom changed strategies, explaining that if we move to one place in particular, we will be living right behind the place she buys all our fresh, organic produce and also near the Farmer's Market: we will enjoy an abundance of FRESH, delicious, organic, local FOOD!

That caught our eye.

We don't know, much less care, about being hip, urban, bohemian art pigs.
It's unlikely mom does either, because she still dresses like she's ready to go climb a mountain.

IT'S FOOD WE UNDERSTAND!

So, instead of feeling sad, she has asked us all to help each other feel glad.

FRESH FOOD FROM THE FARMER'S MARKET? WE LIKE! WE HAPPY! WHEEEEK!

Mom has not photographed her artwork yet and we are growing tired of showing the same thing over and over and over again. Mom's friend in Iowa, Nancy, told her to "Lose the hat!" S0, we don't hold out much hope she will ever learn to dress hip or urban.

But, we will encourage mom to give us her art to feature on the blog so she can at least FEEL
hip, urban, bohemian, and whatever other fancy words she used to mask the fact that she doesn't want to move, either.

On the upside, as she has become more physically ill, we recognize she needs easier access to things that we live far away from and maybe she'll feel happier in the bustle of coffee shops, art galleries, farmer's markets, our independent movie theater, and amenities the Audubon Society does not provide here on the our pond. Our beautiful pond. The one full of beavers, wood ducks, mallards, buffleheads, Great Blue herons, green herons, black-crowned night herons, Canada geese, Virginian rails, stellar jays, chickadees, rufous-sided towhees, red-winged blackbirds...
the Eagle's Nest...Osprey...

Windstorms smashing us with CRAZY Wildness UNLEASHING  Raw, Arctic THUNDER across the marsh, knocking down trees like matchsticks, pelting the landscape with ice and pure POWER!

Who needs it?!


So, dear readers, we shed our winter coats and identities to assume new ones as we respond to extreme changes to our environment.  Where we will end up, nobody knows. One thing: We hope desperately for SouthWest facing windows allowing glorious sunlight to pour itself generously throughout our new abode.  Even on days when the sun doesn't shine it could still be little brighter for all of us.

We'll adjust. We will eat and play and become hip, urban, bohemian, artsy guinea pigs who scramble across sun-drenched floors full of hidden pieces of apple, pear, lettuce, kale, peppers, oranges, and we'll popcorn our glee and wheek with wild abandon. Yes! L'Chaim to Spring-fed Renewal of Life at PandaPigSanctuary!


PANDAPIG OUT!