I had guinea pigs when I was 8 or so, and my mom left their care entirely up to my younger sister and I. So, that obviously didn't turn out well. I don't think we did anything right at all.
A few days ago, I was hanging out with a friend, and we went to his cousin's house. They had 5 guinea pigs, with 3 crammed in one super pet cage, and 2 in another. They offered for me to take them, so I chose 2 since I know I could manage that. They dumped the bedding, scraped the poop from the plastic bottom, put the piggies in a box, and let me and my sis take them and the cage home.
On the way home, one of them kept trying to jump out of the box towards traffic. So we named him Leeroy Jenkins. The other is yet unnamed.
As soon as I got them home, I researched piggy care. I knew they needed a larger cage, and ordered the biggest C&C cage I could fit, a 2x3.5. I also ordered KMS timothy pellets and timothy hay. I can't wait for the C&C cage to get here. Seeing them in this tiny cage makes me sad.
So here they are:
He's two years old
Still no name for this little guy.
He's one year old
I want these guys to have the best life I can give them, since I let down my previous 2 piggies almost 10 years ago.