Georgia and Francie's Official Thread (with Pics)

It's occurred to me that I've never officially introduced my oinkers onto this site. So here we go (this will include a story ).

I got Georgia a couple months after my pig Punker passed away, when I couldn't be without a pig any longer. I could have adopted a pig from one of my mom's co-workers who's daughter wasn't taking care of it, but I could see that the pig just didn't suit me and was not in the best shape health-wise. So I did the selfish thing and bought Georgia at PetSmart (please don't yell at me, this was well before I found this site).

I picked her because she was the bounciest, most energetic pup in the bin. However, when I brought her home, she was terrified of everything and really unhappy for a while. But as time went on, I tamed her, and she loved running all over my rented crack shack.

Here is baby Georgia, with my face in the background:


Within three days of having Georgia in the crack shack, an awful thing happened. My boyfriend had an allergic reaction so bad we had to take him to the walk-in clinic. His eyes were so swollen, red and watery that he couldn't see. Naturally, the doctor quickly recommended getting rid of Georgia. I cried the whole way home. The boyfriend felt terrible.

After checking out the allergy page on CavySpirit, we decided to stick it out for another month or two, because we came to the conclusion that living in a mouldy, dusty crack shack was probably what set on the allergies. We moved at the end of the term, and went home for the summer.

I guess the allergies were a blessing in disguise, because they are the reason I found this amazing web site. Frankly, however, it terrified me, because it seemed that although I had thought myself a guinea pig expert, I had been providing them with very improper care. Georgia got a C&C during the first week that I was at home and had access to a car.

Soon I began to realize that two pigs would be a lot better than one. Now that I had fulfilled my selfish needs, I felt really guilty about not taking the guinea pig that had been in need. I wanted to adopt it as a pal for Georgia, but before I could get the consent of everyone (my mom, the allergic boyfriend), I received news that the pig had passed away.

This made me feel REALLY awful, and I vowed to adopt a friend for Georgia.

Summer came and went, and the boyfriend and I moved into our nice, non-mouldy, non-dusty apartment. Conveniently, I had expanded the C&C to a 2x4, which just happened to be big enough for two pigs.

However, before I could think about getting another oinker, I was anxiously waiting for the boyfriend to get an allergy test to see if he really was allergic to the pig. The test showed that he was not only allergic to the pig, but also to any hay that came with the pig, along with all mould, several types of trees, plants, and also dust. Obviously, having a timothy-eating pig who lived on pine bedding was not the best option for him. His doctor basically made it sound like if we don't get rid of Georgia, he'll die. There were many more tears, and once again I turned to the allergy page on CavySpirit. This time, i followed the advice more thoroughly, and got the boy a couple of air filters. We decided to stick it out until Thanksgiving and see how he does. Thanksgiving came and went, and we decided to stick it out till Christmas (my mom would have taken in Georgia, but would not have been overly happy about it).

Obviously, as time went on, we realized that the doctor was wrong, and the boyfriend and the pig could co-exist. Naturally, I took this to be a sign that it's time to adopt a friend for Georgia, who was by this time often making lonely pig sounds.

Here is Georgia with her sexy feet, sleeping in many poses:





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