I was dropping some cat and dog food/treats at the local humane society when I noticed that they had some guinea pigs up for adoption. This really surprised me as I had been donating there for years and even volunteered there as a teenager, and never once saw a single guinea pig come in. I asked the volunteer staff about them an was told they had been abandoned on the porch of the shelter several weeks ago. One was a pregant female who had given birth shortly after arriving at the shelter and the other two were large males. The babies had all been adopted out already.
I visited with them shortly and was just saddened. The humane society, both regular staff and volunteers didn't really seem to know how to care for them, the cages they were being housed in were entirely too small, far less than half the size they should be. They were each given one baby carrot while I was there and didn't have access to any hay. Their water supply was in a dish rather than a bottle, and was dirty.
I so badly wanted to take them all home with me. I certainly didn't want to leave them there. I left empty handed but only made it a quarter of a mile before I went back. I ended up bringing the female home with me and she seems very comfortable in the cage I have set up for her while she waits to join my other ladies.
I'm trying to convince my mother to adopt one as well. Her piggie, Elvis, is docile and sweet, tolerant of brutes (he visits my male, Hercules, from time to time) and would probably appreciate a companion.
I visited with them shortly and was just saddened. The humane society, both regular staff and volunteers didn't really seem to know how to care for them, the cages they were being housed in were entirely too small, far less than half the size they should be. They were each given one baby carrot while I was there and didn't have access to any hay. Their water supply was in a dish rather than a bottle, and was dirty.
I so badly wanted to take them all home with me. I certainly didn't want to leave them there. I left empty handed but only made it a quarter of a mile before I went back. I ended up bringing the female home with me and she seems very comfortable in the cage I have set up for her while she waits to join my other ladies.
I'm trying to convince my mother to adopt one as well. Her piggie, Elvis, is docile and sweet, tolerant of brutes (he visits my male, Hercules, from time to time) and would probably appreciate a companion.