OY! OY! OY!

Dear Friends,

We cannot apologize for mom, nor do we condone her religious fervor at Adagio Cafe. It's just not
Kosher to behave that way in public! Not that she should behave that way here at home, either!
We have, however, asked her to shell all of the sugar snap peas Susan bought us and to hand feed us only the sweet peas while generously allowing mom to enjoy the shells as part of her birthday brunch on
the floor before her birthday nap followed by her birthday bedtime. Could life GET more exciting around here?

ACTUALLY, it will! Edwin arrives tonight and now mom is going to be soooo outnumbered! She (seriously, no joke) went to the best Hardware Store in town to load up on earplugs a few days ago. We won't eat them because that, of course, would cause a bowel obstruction and what self-respecting cavy wants to be hauled off to the vet for a birthday enema? It's enough knowing that mom and Edwin are going there to pick up Erica's ashes...such party animals, those two!

But, if you see "The Matzah GirlZ" coming, RUN, don't walk, to your nearest Zombie Outbreak Response Vehicle!

We, in the meantime, will be enjoying our hand-shelled sweet peas.

WHO LOVES YA, BABY?
YUM-YUM LOVES YA!

Quiet Love...

Mom and I shared a special moment today.
This pic says it all.
We are One.

Mac the NutPie, What is IN That Sippy Bottle?

Shhhh...you don't ask and i won't tell. Got that?! And, no, i doesn't share...except with Coconut, but she's the one who put the --
oh! nearly got me there, HA, but you DiDN't!

love,
Mac the Nut Pie

YumYum Can't Wait to Open Birthday Presents to Eat - -NO! To "Recycle" the Boxes!

April 21 is John Muir's Birthday and April 22 is Earth Day so we piggies prepare for EarthBirthdays by having our MOD shirt outted with pride! It's from Eric's stash, and we love that even little Dudley is featured on it...Lil'Dud, (tear in eye) long gone, yet never forgotten! That's why we piggies love Eric's shirt: Even the littlest among us are lovingly remembered...and we sure know how being "the littlest" feels!

This is me holding mom, who is sitting in front of our cages Happy because our friends Susan, David, and Ami just came up from Seattle for the day! SURPRISE! They were not going to come and then - they DID!
Susan's birthday was yesterday and mom's is tomorrow, so April 20 is when they celebrate together...
Great for us piggies since Susan and David bought us a WHOLE LOTTA FRESH, ORGANIC VeggiePies at the Market to celebrate OUR birthdays, too! Not really pies, we just love the sound of the word.

So, to celebrate EarthBirthDays we welcome yountz's to be good to our sparkling blue gem of a planet, suspended in space, kinda like an owl box, only more round.  With gravity, a moon, stuff like that.

Better be good earth-stewards so the vegans don't eat you when they get all hormonal.
(Seriously...watch those PETA peeples, too, cuz we think they evolved when Zombies
mated with Wombats.)

If you are a member of PETA, we love PETA and didn't mean it, really, we just meant...
Happy Birthday, Earth, thanks for putting up with us: We loves ya, you Planet, you!

Love,
YumYum

"The Perfect (Wedding) Storm"

For those of you dear readers who do not suffer from "Molly Obsessive Disorder" (MOD) please be kind enough to read our first-paw account of mom's "wedding" to her precious darling
NEVER-A-BAD HAIR-DAY NBC Foreign Correspondent, Richard Engel.
Simply click the "MODS" link under "My Blog List" (featured up top/right)  to read all about OUR Royal Wedding by scrolling down till you this picture. And more: 'Tis THAT EASY. (snuffle, snort, giggle, hork!)

We need you, dear readers, to pretend that, for the sake of modest propriety, we are sincerely displaying  wedding pics on our own Blog to keep it "in the family." (When, actually, we are sleep-typing and accidentally pressed a wrong button: TELL NO ONE!)

WHO LOVES YA, BABY?
YumYum of the HayDesert
Hey, Hey, HEY, HAY! "WHEEK!" DESERT!

Our Wedding Pictures JUST IN!

Popie-Pie, Raj, and Taj Mahal respectfully await the Bride and Groom, although Taj (far left) appears to be hiding something while Raj (far right) suppresses giggles every time Popie says: "Pupu Platter"...
Hmm, some of those black olives were a little...NAH! Perish the thought!

While Popie makes his stellar entrance as our "official Ring-Bearer" he also appeared to be flirting with
an awful lot of the She-Camels who thought his Tux was the bee's knees; Popie did, indeed,  play the camel crowd quite well!

Each Bedouin, foreign correspondent, and wedding guest went home wearing these stunning party favors to match their Desert Robes! MODS:  this coulda been YOU! But you were there in spirit, right?
Of COURSE you were...we thought as much.

So, thank you for allowing us to share our "Special Day" with all of you because it really was everything a
little Southern girl dreams about...spitting camels showing off in front of a magnificently tuxedoed
ring-bearing doggie flown in on a military jet owned by his proud parents; the bride "covering her face" beneath Richard's stunning long robes (for reasons of traditional modesty, respecting the culture) while mortar rockets explode...Oh, and there's NOTHING like that special ambiance of a desert sandstorm blowing goats into your covered face and hair, EGADS!...you know, MODS, it really did all come together exactly as
as we dreamed.

Thank you again, Lor-I-Kink, for Popie and his dramatic F/A 18 Hornet jet arrival, although we did catch on the evening news that your jet was mistaken for American Intervention on behalf of Nato (Never Attempt Telling-off Ogres) and confused the regime and rebels terribly: no one could find Intel on a tuxedoed doggie in the cockpit, triggering so much chaos and befuddling both the rebels and oppressive dictator, thus bringing the NOT-war to a grinding halt, pending definitive intel of Unidentified American Intelligence Dog. That makes no sense, and yet it stopped the WAR... and since war makes even LESS sense, Peace props
to Popie, Raj and Taj Mahal!

And photo credit belongs to Lor-I-Kink, our Official Wedding Photographer! Thanks, Yountz!

(P.S. What are the symptoms of e-Coli poisoning from mistaking fecal matter for black olives on the Poo-Poo Platter?)

WHY ASK WHEN YOU ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWER?!

"What happened to the 'no hay in mom's bed' policy, Calvin?"

"UMmmm, thought it was 'don't ask and i don't tell' is that wrong?"

"Kinda ya, Cal, cuz I can SEE IT now and know I'm gonna be Sleeping with it LATER!"

"OH, thank goodness, had me going there for a minute, mom, love you..."

"I love you, too, Calvin. Can you please fetch the hand vac for me?"

"Oh mom, no, I am snuggled and about to take a nap, using my hay bale as a pillow.
Can you just get it?"

Sigh...

Who's a Handsome Pig? Calvin's a Handsome Pig!

On Mom's Bed With Crumbs Still On My Lips, MMmmmm, NICE!

Who Rescued WHO? or WHOM? or...just, "All You Need Is Love"

In animal rescue, peeps who take in special needs animals are spoken of as having "rescued them." But, what if the rescuer herself has special needs? In mom's case, we are pretty sure Calvin rescued her! We offer today's photographs as our evidence and rest our case: YOU decide! And let us know. WHEEK!

WE SHARE.

COCONUT CUSTOMIZES HER NEW "DIGS"

Ever since losing Erica, the herd has been grieving and generally "out of sorts" and so we did a co-ed experiment allowing MacTheNutPie to move in with her. He's neutered and they play together on Runabouts but we had never co-housed piggies who were not lawfully married. They hit it off, except that (it being her cage, after all) Coconut has been rearranging things so that, basically, she can do everything she wants without leaving the comfort of home: ergo, she moved her cuddle cup to be near her sippy bottle, then yesterday cracked us up by hauling her BoxHouse inTO her cuddle cup so she now enjoys a canopied bed adjacent to food and water...she's been quite magnanimous allowing MacTheNutPie to share, she's just insisted that all home decor be her way! Fortunately for the couple, Mac's a mellow guy. So, all is well in the Coco&MacNut Household and we are happy for them. Guinea pigs can die of grief; Mac saved her life. We hope Pappa and MammaPie give him his due for such heroism under pressure. Little Mac, we love you!