Yup we're back home and our paws are firmly back under the table. Order has been restored. Well just about anyway!!
We had a lovely holiday, kind off. I sulked all week, went on hunger strike and refused to drink. I behaved like a completely normal, sane guinea pig. Not at all like the character my mum described me to be. Until she walked through the door to collect me then I started shimmying up the walls of my cage, chewing the bars, rattling my water bottle and yelling my head off. Our Aunty H, who it has to said cared for fabulously well remarked to mummy that she'd seen none of that behaviour while she was away. No because for once I behaved myself cos I was in a strop cos mummy had gone away and abandoned me leaving me in the wonderful loving care of H. There's no pleasing some piggies!
We appeared to have gained another resident/squatter! Not sure how that happened, ask mummy. Head ruled her heart and all that he he he. He's like me and Mr T downstairs over 4 years old so it's getting like a piggy olds peoples home in here. He's had a tough start to life bless him.
The first eighteen months of his life, from what I can gather were not good. He was rarely cleaned out and was forced to live in or rather on several inches of piggy poop. Nasty in any circumstances but when your a creature that hates to be dirty it's horrid. Then H came across him and offered to take him on. She's cared for him incredibly well and loved him to bits. It was because of how much she loved him she wanted him to go to a new retirement home where he would have a bit more one-to-one time. She asked mummy.
Mummy was reluctant, she was trying to be sensible about the whole thing but her heart was sold. She said yes, he sold himself to her really and maybe the fact I sulked to much showed him what a fabby home I have so he ensured he put on his best "cute, sorry for himself, loving, please can I come home with you?" look to win her heart. What ever it was, it worked. Maybe I shouldn't of sulked so much!
So here he is at ours, in the front room. He's doing fabby well, squeaks and wheeks for the county. He's a "skinny pig" a specialist breed. Roughly translated it means that aside from his head and legs he's bald! So lots of extra care is needed to keep him warm and cosy! He also has a dodgy eye and dodgy lungs like mummy. Mummy has a cold/chest infection at the minute so it's difficult to tell the difference between her breathing and his with the pair of them wheezing away. May be they share nebulisers in the morning. The trouble is when mummies poorly breakfast is late as it takes ages for her to get off the starting blocks.
Mummy has taken on a new look as well. She's got new glasses, she can actually see where she's off now. And she can see even better how gorgeous we are. Secondly yesterday she took on the appearance of someone with a nasty infectious disease. Or a Zulu warrior. She painted the bathroom and living room ceiling, more paint in her than the ceiling, what a mess!! Not a good plan either, she said it was low odour so fine for her lungs. The physical effort involved wasn't, so she's resting today. Thank goodness, sometimes mummy just doesn't think.
So that's us, that's were we're up to. It's good to be home.
Love Sparky. W
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