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Junior Guinea Pig
My Gladstone has been long dead (10 1/2 years!) but I thought he deserved a mention.8
Gladstone was my first and so far only piggie. We got him when I was 13, along with Jasmine the bunny from my friend's grandad. Gladstone was a black and ginger aby and Jasmine was a dutch bun (who we thought was a girl, she wasn't).
Gladstone lived a charmed life, he got free reign of the garden and lots of food and treats and cuddles, and he loved his bunny (we think he thought he was one). He wasn't the GREATEST fan of bath time, and used to scream blue murder in the vets (it was a small surgery, we'd come out and people in the waiting room were really concerned, he wasn't hurt, he was just being dramatic).
He was a lovely, docile piggy who used to go to school with my mum so her 7 year olds could learn about pets. He used to sit quietly when being passed round little laps for a cuddle, and didn't object to being weighed and measured (he did have LOTS of food though, I think this had much to do with it).:p
When Jasmine had to be pts because of her tooth abcesses, Gladstone came to live in the house because my mum couldn't bear to see him looking so lonely. She then went and bought our beautiful Schumi bunny to be his new friend (Schumi was 9 months and had lived with guineas in the garden centre we bought him from). The day we got Schumi, I had Gladstone on my lap at one end of the sofa, my sis had Schumi on hers at the other. Gladstone had a little sniff, then crawled under Schumi's belly. Schumi, always chilled out, didn't move and they were best pals until the end of Gladstone's life.
Poor little Gladstone died one February night, snuggled up under the hay on his special hot water bottle. He was 5 1/2 years old and I hope had had an excellent life. He was buried right in the middle of the lawn so the buns couldn't dig him up.
He was an ace little pet, and he's still fondly remembered.
x)
Gladstone was my first and so far only piggie. We got him when I was 13, along with Jasmine the bunny from my friend's grandad. Gladstone was a black and ginger aby and Jasmine was a dutch bun (who we thought was a girl, she wasn't).
Gladstone lived a charmed life, he got free reign of the garden and lots of food and treats and cuddles, and he loved his bunny (we think he thought he was one). He wasn't the GREATEST fan of bath time, and used to scream blue murder in the vets (it was a small surgery, we'd come out and people in the waiting room were really concerned, he wasn't hurt, he was just being dramatic).
He was a lovely, docile piggy who used to go to school with my mum so her 7 year olds could learn about pets. He used to sit quietly when being passed round little laps for a cuddle, and didn't object to being weighed and measured (he did have LOTS of food though, I think this had much to do with it).:p
When Jasmine had to be pts because of her tooth abcesses, Gladstone came to live in the house because my mum couldn't bear to see him looking so lonely. She then went and bought our beautiful Schumi bunny to be his new friend (Schumi was 9 months and had lived with guineas in the garden centre we bought him from). The day we got Schumi, I had Gladstone on my lap at one end of the sofa, my sis had Schumi on hers at the other. Gladstone had a little sniff, then crawled under Schumi's belly. Schumi, always chilled out, didn't move and they were best pals until the end of Gladstone's life.
Poor little Gladstone died one February night, snuggled up under the hay on his special hot water bottle. He was 5 1/2 years old and I hope had had an excellent life. He was buried right in the middle of the lawn so the buns couldn't dig him up.
He was an ace little pet, and he's still fondly remembered.
x)
