PETER DISCOVERS PHILOSOPHICAL PARSLEY

 

You are cordially invited to click onto the
link I have posted below to share my deep thoughts.
I am not just cute & really mom should have 
named me "Socrates" since I wax poetic and wise.
Or "Plato" hmmm, Peter-PlaToeNut...?
Plato-P-Nutty...? (sounds too much like a rapper)
Sir Socra-Philoso-Nut...?
Nah. I be Peter-Peanut, happy me!
Hope you'll watch the TED talk below.
And remember, Peter is more than just PeaNutty:
I haz deep thoughts, too, just like you!

Giles Duley: When a reporter becomes the story | Video on TED.com

Giles Duley: When a reporter becomes the story | Video on TED.com
^^^^Press This Purply Link^^^^^^
We watched this with mom this morning. She had a premonition that she was going to be in the hospital on a certain day, told Edwin, and they planned how to get our cages doubly ready for her absence. Extra water, food, hay...all done. Then she ended up in an ambulance in the hospital, exactly as she knew she would.

But before these sorts of things happened, she was a documentary nature photojournalist, writer, and environmental educator and even her greatest inspiration and mentor, Ansel Adams, wrote to her. At the time she was working in Iowa to help preserve the 0.01% of the natural tallgrass prairies, wetlands, and the wildlife dependent upon them for survival...Ansel Adams sent her a postcard back in...maybe 1981...to encourage her and on it was a prophetic photograph he had taken of Hurricane Ridge. Hurricane Ridge is here in Washington State and one of mom's favorite places.  Back then she had never even heard of it. Then she became ill and continued trying to work until her dear friend, the editor of the newspaper, fired her for her own good but not before writing an editorial about why mom's column would no longer appear in the paper. Mom was sad.

For years, she didn't know how to find fulfillment through giving, for she felt she had nothing to give. Until PandaPig looked up at her from his miserable cage sitting on the floor of the farm store where she had gone to buy cat food for Chai. And he asked to go home with her and she was then reliant on Disabled Transport who had never transported a disabled woman with a giant guinea pig cage and a guinea pig in it, but there they were so he carried them both home to the Wildlife Refuge.

If she had remained a healthy wildlife photographer/writer, we would not have PandaPig's Sanctuary.

But now she's out here, not that far from Hurricane Ridge - how prophetic of the late Ansel Adams, who had invited her to his home in Carmel, CA then passed away before she could visit him.
We tell her that it is precisely her disability that enables her to fulfill her dreams. Because it's true, and that is also the topic of this EXTRAORDINARY TED TALK!
We are now so happy together and mom finally feel like we ALL MAKE A DIFFERENCE, TOGETHER, and we feel content (after our breakfast, love-time, and long runabouts where we make lots of mischief.) But this inner peace could not have happened any other way. Mom is sick but not suffering on the Inside, where it really counts.


So, we hope you'll take the time to watch this TED talk. And if you're not familiar with TED talks, perhaps you will feel inspired to learn more about them because they're each extraordinary and you are sure to find  yourself somewhere within each speakers' own experiences. These are people who care and make a difference and share their experiences and humanity openly and we love TED talks with parsley and lettuce, wheatgrass, and fresh organic carrots. Sometimes mom eats
popcorn. Just so's ya know.


Since our coach is now resting at home we are getting a break from OlympPIG competition. But when we do return, and we will, we will dazzle you! (or not.) Either way, we piggies are AWESOME! 
And, like the speaker featured here, we wouldn't be here if mom hadn't gotten sick. ENJOY.

Love,
YumYum, Vinny-Guinea, Bhindi, and Peter-Peanut

OLYMPIg "LET US EAT LETTUCE" FINALS!

 

Right now it looks like Peter-Peanut's got
the lettuce and if he can snatch it, the Gold
Carrot is his!

 

Time is running out for Bhindi...or is this
"patience" part of his OlympiG strategerie?

 

AWE! AWE! Now look, Bhindi's making
'is move and going for the lettuce bottom
only seconds before the bell! Can Peter-Peanut
hold on to the lead now?

 

Peter-Peanut goes in for a last-ditch 
"Snatch & Grab" one of the most
difficult maneuvers IN THIS COMPETITION!

 

WHAT'S UP WITH BHINDI LETTIN'
'IM GET AWAY WITH IT?

 

AWE, UNPRECEDENTED! BHINDI PLAYIN'
THE "CAT & MOUSE" MANEUVER LETTIN'
PETER THINK HE'S GOT IT WHEN REALLY...


 

IS IT BHINDI OR PETER-PEANUT?

 

TOO CLOSE TO CALL, THIS ONE IS 
GOING TO THE JUDGES while the two
long-time competitors, who are also friends
outside of the sport, each retire to the 
"kiss and squeee" areas to wait the judges'
final decisions!

 

AWE WHAT AN UPSET!
BHINDI COMES IN SECOND...
WHAT? YEAH, LIKE IN SPEEDSKATING,
MATES, WHEN APOLO IS THIRD IN THE
500 BUT WAITS TOO LONG TO MAKE
HIS MOVE, BHINDI'S STRATEGY JUST
DID NOT GIVE HIM THE ADVANTAGE
DESPITE HIS HEAVYWEIGHT STATUS
AND PETER-PEANUT COMING FROM
THE "Pee-Wee" Class! What a disappointment
for Bhindi.
"Bhindi, do you agree with the judges' call?
What was going through your mind?"
Bhindi: "I am SO EMBARRASSED about mom sending me out here without a nail-trim!
It was a distraction and now I am lodging a 
complaint for pre-competition manis & pedis!
THEY SHOULD BE MANDATORY,
NOT OPTIONAL!"
Well, there you have it.
It's always "mom's fault!"

VINNY-GUINEA RECEIVES LAST-MINUTE MASSAGE BEFORE "CURLING" COMPETITION.

 

AH, THAT'S THE SPOT, oooooh, yeah, baby!
Now I am SO PSYCHED to get out there
and...

 

CURL!
(yes, it is what you think it is...
the Javelin, right, 
Cheerio!)
*nom*nom*nom*
(can you say "coprophagia?")

Bhindi and Peter-Peanut Deny Olympic Allegations with Blank Stares of Surprise...

 

"Sir Who-McWHAT?"

{Please refer to next post for clarification.}

UH-OH, GUINEA PIGS CHEW SIR PAUL McCARTNEY'S SHEET MUSIC LEAVING A MESS AFTER OPENING CEREMONIES AND SHOW NO REMORSE

 

NEWS UPDATE: Cavies have escaped
007's Royal Jumpsuit, blatantly leaving 
evidence (press pic for close-up)
onstage behind Sir Paul McCartney!
All sheet music chewed and mussed up;
cavy detectives brought in by Order
of Her Royal Majesty, The Queen.
(somebuddy really gonna get it now!)
McCartney quoted as telling the press
to "JUST ROCK ON LIKE THE
CAVIES DO, MATES, JUST
ROCK ON!"
Sir Paul denies any knowledge of cavies'
whereabouts...but is seen wearing a very
suspicious looking black COAT...
with suspicious sounds emanating
from what appears to be a Guinea Pig's
Magical Mystery POCKET: "Squeeeeee!"

James Bond (Daniel Craig) Escorting The Queen To The London Olympics 2012 - [High Quality] - YouTube

SPLENDID! MARVELOUS! CHEERIO FOR 
BOND AND HER MAJESTY!
AND WE WERE IN HIS POCKETS
THE ENTIRE TIME!
~ Yum-Yum, Vinny-Guinea, Bhindi, and
lil' Peter-Peanut

James Bond (Daniel Craig) Escorting The Queen To The London Olympics 2012 - [High Quality] - YouTube

WHERE ARE THE QUEEN'S GUINEA PIGS, 007? YOU CAN'T DO THIS ALONE AND YOU KNOW IT!

 

"ssssshhhhhhhhh...we're in his POCKETS, mum, calm down already!"

OLYMPIG OPENING CEREMONIES TONIGHT! WHO WILL TAKE HOME GOLD?

 

 

 

 

 

 

{All photos by Maverick Arts Club/Rex Features: GUINEA PIGz TOTALLY ROCK!
THANK YOU!}

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

 

 

 

 

 

 

OLYMPIgIANS!


{PHOTO CREDIT: themaverickshop.com/Rex}

Recall Of Land O’Lakes Animal Food Expanded Again

Recall Of Land O’Lakes Animal Food Expanded Again

Please make sure you are not feeding this to 
ANY OF YOUR animal companions: it is deadly.

DO ANIMALS HAVE EMOTIONS?

 

Who remembers the day PandaPig came
into our lives? I had gone to the farm store
to get cat litter for Chai. This was back when
we still lived out on the Wildlife Refuge, 
just Chai the Bengal Cat and me.
At dusk, he and I would walk to where
deer brought their fawns to graze. The
fawns were so curious they would wander
over to Chai (in his harness and leash) and
he would roll over on his back in the dusky grass
so they could safely sniff his belly and not be afraid
...this was his submissive "I'll let you touch
me and you won't get hurt & by the way you long-legged 
things with spots like me, what kind of cats are YOU?" 
position. We both got ecstatic meeting wildlife on our walks.


Back when there were walks, before the "head-falls."


 

One day Chai needed kitty supplies and sent me
on a mission to get him everything on his list.
Sitting on the floor of the Farm Store downtown
was a cage containing the most pathetic looking, 
unkempt, fur-gone-rasta, lonely, sad, guinea pig. 
Someone had simply walked in and dumped him 
(in his cage) on their floor: wanted no more!
(and make no mistake, he knew it, too.)


Perhaps he had once been a child's pet and the child
had lost interest. Perhaps worse. You never
know with rescue animals...sometimes it's 
better that way.

 

Chai was not only left at the Humane Society in Bellevue,
just east of Seattle, his owner (a DOCTOR!) even signed
forms allowing him to be euthenized! He was only two 
years old, a purebred Bengal, but bred WAY TOO CLOSE
to the original Asian Leopard Cat to qualify as "domesticated,
pet quality." Those are C4's, bred FOUR GENERATIONS
OFF the original Asian Leopard Cat. Chai could be a C1
or a C2, he was too wild, bred purely for beauty and
prestige, to impress an egotistical person's desire to own
an exotic animal the people she invited into her home would
admire, and admire her for owning such a precious thing.
(And obviously, she knew NOTHING ABOUT BENGALS!)


 

We adopted him. He lived alone until the day
I came home with more than his food and litter.
It was love at first sight.

 

Chai became deathly ill one summer. He frequently
became deathly ill, as a matter of fact. And when he
lost his kitty friend, he starved himself nearly to death,
although he did manage to pull out, chew, and swallow
the $$$ feeding tube the vet had inserted in him to 
keep him alive. He needed companionship.
When I brought home this dear guinea pig, Chai took
it upon himself to personally befriend, love, cherish,
and care for him as if he was Chai's own kitten.

 

Why doesn't the text match the photos? Well, because
it turns out those we "Rescue" really RESCUE US!
Please look over these photographs and you will see an
amazing true story unfold: when Chai became ill, PandaPig
would nudge him with his nose to get him to move.
PandaPig cuddled him, encouraging Chai;
loving him while uninhibitedly offering 
this exotic feline predator all this guinea-pig had within
him to give: unconditional support, friendship, and loyal companionship...
Probably things PandaPig never had himself before now.

 

PandaPig knew before I did that Chai was ill.
And that it was serious. He communicated
this to me and we ended up all going down
to a specialized animal hospital in Seattle...
Good thing, too, because we also had an
extraordinary HEAT WAVE and nobody
up here has Air Conditioning so many animals
had heat stroke and at least we could take
ours to this fabulous hospital.
In fact, our next-door neighbor, a woman only
somewhat older than me who was wheelchair-bound
actually died due to the heat, not one of her children
(who lived in the area) checking on her until it was 
too late...what a shock it was to return home
safely, all of us, only to learn we had lost her
saving our animals while her children had not
been able to save her.


 

Chai's bandage is from his I.V. 
But he stuck with PandaPig, not me...
And, when he finally regained his strength,
what did PandaPig do to this potentially
deadly predator?

 

Follow him and pull his tail to tease him!

 

When Chai had his "bad spells" PandaPig stayed right
there by his side where they had little talks,
gossiping about their crazy mama and how
lucky she was to have them, even though she
already knew...

 

They loved their talks.

 

Until one early October day, walking Chai on the wooden
plank boardwalk surrounding where we lived, a walkway
that had not been maintained for thirty years and was covered
by Pacific Northwest moss that was covered by October leaves
that was covered by rain: on a treacherous spot where the boardwalk slants down, I slipped...Chai stayed by my side.
People came. It was serious. I had fallen right on my head.
And gotten up immediately, the worst thing you can do after a concussion followed by even brief unconsciousness.
Six weeks later in Seattle, the same exact thing happened at my 
doctor's office on her concrete floor covered only by thin carpet...
This fall on the exact same place of my head was a game-changer:
Chai had to eventually move back down to Seattle and live with Edwin and Sami (his spicy tortie girl-friend)
because he couldn't be walked anymore. Or visit fawns.
 PandaPig missed him so much that one day
he received a BIG SURPRISE named Yum-Yum!
AND THE REST IS HISTORY AND YUM-YUM
IS STILL WITH US IN ALL HIS GLORY!


Do animals have emotions?
Just look at these two. It's why I am a vegetarian.
They have spiritual dimensions and the capability 
to love, forgive, forget, and take chances on trusting 
another human despite horrific treatment in their past...
How many of us are that angelic?


OH, PIGGIES, I KNOW, I KNOW! NOT ME,
SHHhhhhhh now, and I'll bring you a midnight snack!
love,
us