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** WHEK-TV/DT ** GUINEA PIG TV **

** WHEK-TV/DT ** GUINEA PIG TV **

Come on, you know you wanna watch

WHEEK TV!

And then you wanna adopt-a-piggie!

Admit it.

CD3 did!

Whadda-Whadda-WHAT?!

Mom is such a snitch! She called the vet again, alarmed that I have not been drinking. Summer arrived here this week and it finally got up in the 80's and my water bottle remained full. She also asked the vet for more prednisone cream to rub on my ears for pain. When we tapered off it, my fusing spine really ached me.

The pharmacist cautioned mom: "Now, you know to wear rubber gloves when applying this, right?"
She supposed to wear them to keep the pred from soaking into her own skin. But mom brightened and
replied, "Oh, no, I would never wear gloves, me lurves me my prednisone!" All this is just a sham for mom to bootleg pred for h'self! That what it is so don't believe a word she says about me being sick, it about her need for steroids iz what this is. (But the pharmacy asked mom for a photo of me for their pet patient photo board! I is a Celebrity everywhere!)

Tomorrow the vet will call and let mom know whether or not to take me to the hospital. Last time the techs hurt my back so bad trimming my nails, I don't wanna go back. Mom will do my nails now, but they is still talking about that stupis cancer thing and it makin' me MAD!

Not to mention it turns mom into a moronic version of a nervous wreck. And so it goes...

Except for very brief moments, mom pretty much offline now for a number of truly compelling reasons...(uh-Huh) so she "out of the loop" what happening wid everyMODy...and people are asking for pics of us for calendars to raise money for guinea pig rescues, magazine articles, and on Saturday the Farm Feed store who "gifted" most of us to mom is celebrating their centennial...ten years late due to it being on 9/11, so they waited a decade, and mom gonna go introduce her card line of us to raise money for our insatiable appetites and other supplies. And so forth...so if you don't hear from us, it cause mom lost her mind and nobuddy found it yet.

That my story and I'm stickin' to it!

YumYum has left the building.

Not really. I'm about to be let out on Runabout and not gonna let mom capture me, either, gonna be a long night for that Two-Legged Snitch!

YogiNutPie

Years of dedicated, one-pointed practice of eating too much
for breakfast pays off as YogiNutPie demonstrates his prowess
on the GuineaPigulaMat...all stretched out and nothin' to do
but hiccup and lie in the sun. Tranquility, ahhh, the gift!

How Mom Wakes Up Every Morning!

Dashama's Vinyasa Yoga Demo - music by Snatam Kaur - YouTube

^^^see MOM!

Herd: "Waaaaaaaaaaaaah, that the funniest stunt mom pulled
on us in a long time! STOP! YOU IZ KEEELIN' US

dat too FUNNY! Mom, STOP IT!
Cereally, We laughin' so hard you gonna split us open at the sides!"

Breathe In, Breathe Out, stop laughing, yeah...dat betta...om my.

Mom: "Well, I could do that. If I wanted to."

Herd: "Waaaaaaaaaaah, that the funniest thing mom said

in a long time! Ha! She - "

Mom: "O.K. O.K. Anybody for fresh romaine?"

SQUEEEEEEEEEE!

Follow your bliss.

Munch-munchy-crunch-crunchy ommmmmm my goodness!

Am NOT Fallin' Asleep With My Eyes...Open...

I am not falling asleep with my eyes open. I am falling asleep with my eyes closed!
Thank you very much!

"They look open to ME!"

"YumYum, Shhhhhhhh, you'll wake him!"

"O.K."

Nighty-night, all.

Mom, You 'Wake Yet?

MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm.........guess not.
I'll just finish this piece of kale and try again later.

"Gonna go into a kale coma, rate you're goin' Calvin!"

"Am not, YumYum, am NOT!"

"Oh, CAAAAALvin?"

ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz............

"Just like I thought! Kale coma."

"Happens to the best of us, YumYum."

"True that, MacNutPie, True THAT!"

MMMMmmmm....Nap Time is Nigh

We may take a brief blog-break to do this: get "scrunchy-love" from mom. We're worth it!

Love,
Calvin, YumYum and the Herd

Nap Time

Dear Friends,

Mom and I are taking a long nap for an indefinite period of time because I love naps and mom's art is actually starting to sell which means she is actually having to work (tsk, tsk, the tragic artist's life!) and figure out what "accounting" means.
And trust us, THAT ain't PRETTY, Uh-UH!

Art Friday went way Over-the-Top Awesome! but mom put in a 12 hour work day which has not been done in decades, DECADES!  So, today she bandying about with Blank-Expression-Face. Claims she seeking out her bed while askin' if I'll take a nap with her in my special bed with my colorful fuzzy-blanket, but I has
to ask: "Mom, doesn't you have an article to write about me for the Guinea Pig magazine first?" And, "Mom, doesn't you have to actually write an email before pressing SEND to the gallery and actually include the price of your painting
somebody askin' about? You just sent a blank email, mom!"
(Oh, PLEASE let it sell so we can get that cool new BIG, GIGANTIC, PLAY-CAGE we been wanting FOREVAH!) And "Mom, when are you going to deliver cards to the Organic Market that ordered them last week?" and "Mom, when are you going to pick the cards up from the printer that the Organic Market ordered last week?" and so it goes...mom looks like she is really, really putting forth her best-ever effort to think...

sigh.

GUESS WHO DON'T LOOK LIKE THIS TONIGHT?

Mom worked at the gallery all day today, met lots of artists (seems like she not the only one who waits 'til the 11th Hour to prepare) and heard lots of stories, gonna share 'em, too...later. But she don't look like this tonight! She a wreck! And she still has to walk back cuz she had to leave her car there since it's actually the BELLINGHAM "First Friday Art Walk" and won't be no parking by the end...
so she's toast and it ain't even started and she ain't even there! We are wheeking for the fresh organic blueberries she got as part of her "pay" for working (she didn't WORK! she just got seated at her special little table to label all her own work, put cards in envelopes, all things that coulda/woulda/shoulda been done WHEN?)
Good one, mom! So, she don't look like THIS tonight. We ain't gonna say what she does resemble cuz a'wantin them sweet, plump, ripe, Northwest blueberries...only gonna remind y'all what happens to dem berries after we eat 'em... YEAH: DAT!
NASTY, MOM! TAKE A SHOWER, DO ANYTHING! DO EVERYTHING!
OOOpsie Doodle, betta Go 'fore she seeZ this and eats our berries h'self!

P.S. NEWS FLASH!!!We found out CD3 got a guinea pig: SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BAD-FLASH: a happy family came into the gallery with three kids who also gots guineas and was telling mom how to give us a bath! SHE ASKED IF WE HAD

A SWIMMING POOL?! WE SUPPOSED TO? CALL THE CAPYBARA

PEOPLE! Then the children did A Very Bad Thing: they also explained to mom

how to give guineas a b.a.t.h:. SERIOUSLY.

WE DON'T THINK SO! We WANTS to be "known" when we goes about
and we do it through scent; some call it nasty, some call it "oooh, gonna
HORK THE BIG ONE!" and some mebbe think mom should wash her
sheets after we pees all over her bed. Well, you entitled to your opinion,
who cares? ANYBODY? NOPE? DIDN'T THINK SO!

But congrats to CD3 and - if we're lucky - when mom comes out of her

coma we hope to run a post on CD and her new BabyGirlGuinea! 


Nighty-night, sorry to miss Molly Movie Night...woulda shared dem
blueberries wid y'all, too! (MUCH LAUGHTER AMONGST THE
HERD.)

"Ah, we so funny, we KEEL ourselves laughin!"

Can You Say "FA-MOUSE PIG?"

Mom found out sometime during her haze (oopsie, meant past few days) this pic of Calvin the small gonna supposed to get published in the World's First and Only International Magazine about guinea pigs. We got a link to it on our "Blogs We
Read" list over yonder there: "The Guinea Pig Magazine" and it real pretty, too.

When the editor asked mom to tell her a little about Calvin well, y'know mom can't keep her pie-hole shut so she wrote a TOME, so then the editor said it was actually for a photo page but mebbe mom could write the story of Calvin the small's rescue for the next issue...mom need to learn what "less is more" means, but she ain't evah gonna...she says that what "editorZ" is for: Southern lassies can run they's pie-holes
as much and for howevah long they feels like it, what mom says. She justifies
everything by sayin' "From the Deep South" but...Lassies?

SERIOUSLY?!

(ENTIRE HERD BELLOWING IN LAUGHTER, ROLLING OVER ON THEY'S LIDDLE BACKS AND WIGGLING ALL THEY'S TOES WITH THE GIGGLES! LASSIES, OH WHERE MOM COME UP WID DIS STUFF? SHE KEELIN' US THAT SO FUNNY!)

Time To Rest

Hi y'owl,

It's time for mom to take a break so we are going to take a break with her. We will be back once the spark returns! For now, she too sick and we is going to behave -

YumYum: "Speak for yourSELF!"
CoconutPie: "Speak for yourSELF!"
MacNutPie: "Speak for yourSELF!"
Raj Mahal: "Speak for yourSELF"
Taj Mahal: "What Raj said plus
she betta clean our cages TODAY!"

"My name is Calvin and I just spoke for myself, apparently."

All Together: "CLEAN OUR CAGES, MOM! AND WHERE
IS BREAKFAST AND WHY AREN'T WE ON RUNABOUT
OR GETTING COMBED ON YOUR LAP?! YOU THINK YOU
SICK NOW JUST WAIT - "

Expletives Deleted. That's all, folks!