Okay, so I bought a piggy name Sugar. She was on her own for a year before mum decided I was responsible enough to get her a friend.
We bought a bigger cage and all the stuff required for a duo of pigs.
So we bought a piggie and named her 'Spice'.
They didn't get along, we gave her back.
We tried a different pig, but htis time we took Sugar with us.
We put a fluffy little baby in with her, all was well until Sugar attacked her.
We ended up buying the fluffy baby
A year and a week ago, I brought home a goofy little piggy from the animal shelter. She loved to eat paper and hated to be seen. I gave her hay, lettuce, and bell peppers, and she gave me two more piggies to spoil. Together we convinced several people that guinea pigs have as much personality as any dog or cat.
Now she is still a goofy pig, but she's not so little anymore. She's two and a half pounds of fluff, and her daughters are slowly catching up. Being the mom she is the obvious
Today I re-realized something: I haven't taken a single picture of my girls so far in 2013. I've recorded a few videos, but I have no still images. This is because... I have no camera. I have a video camera that only takes videos, not pictures, and my phone doesn't have a camera either. I've been working for almost three months now and have zero bills to pay, so there is no excuse for not getting a camera other than I don't know what kind to get! There's a bit of irony in that, there are so many
And it seemingly happened overnight. Yesterday, he was as noisy as could be, while I was cutting up the veggies for them. This morning, nothing. Not a sign of a wheek.
He and Ron are going to the vets tomorrow, just for a general health check, so if anything is wrong, then they should be able to spot it, since I know that guinea pigs are masters at hiding the fact that they might be ill.
It's just odd...he's still interested in food, and is still the first one to shove
Saw Ron popcorning for the first time in his life today. I'd taken him and Harry out in order to clean their cage/replace soiled fleece with new ect, and once I'd done that, and they'd had their fill of exploring, I put them back in.
Harry instantly goes into full on zoomie/popcorning mode, and flies around the cage having great fun. Ron's more hesitant, but, all of a sudden, POPCORN! He then tried to pretend that nothing had happened and sat there, glaring at me.