I think its very interesting that piggy poos comes with legs? And I just love their ability to do some protest poos. Or plenty. Chip was amazing at it. Did Polo offer to wash your pants?I took Polo from the play pen to check his bottom. Hmm, some poop stain, perhaps he has soft poos. He wriggled upright as I was about to clean his boar pouch so I gently turned him over again. The bit of moist poop was missing... well, not really, it was on my trousers in various places. This could be part of a long list of guinea pig secret weapons![]()
Kongo loves to be in his cuddle box with a blankie and get a body massage. He also loves to just sit on your chest and talk. But being picked up? Oh no! I lift him and his house to avoid chasing. Djingis? He squeals "catch me if you caaaaan!" and runs like the wind. I really hate it when I have to pick him up.That is interesting weatherYou must be always carrying a coat
or wishing you had your coat. Ours is on all the time
We have started really enjoying being stroked. MS has to alternate between us as she can't reach into both cages at once. When we first moved in, we hated being touched
We are still averse to being picked up though
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nothing wrong, Polo. You can borrow Kongo and have a bumm clean as a whistle in a minute. Nanny Kongo is a bumm-hoover!Haha, I don't think Polo likes waterand soap -
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Polo: What's wrong with having a greasy bottom?
Oh BarrettBarrett is doing well, he had his last dose of metacam last night. Because of his separation anxiety, he holds his potty when I'm at work and I was gone 10 hours. But he went as soon as I got home and it was normal. I'm thinking of getting a refill of the gabapentin.
The boys are enjoying breakfast.
It was good to be back at work, they are letting me curate a table and I'm doing existential philosophy. I ordered the books yesterday. I'm going to put a Sartre quote on the sign.
MS would like to invite Mr President Kongo over for a diplomatic tour of London with Oreos, watermelon and basil for dinner in a discrete little place in the West Endnothing wrong, Polo. You can borrow Kongo and have a bumm clean as a whistle in a minute. Nanny Kongo is a bumm-hoover!
I hope you get better soon. You are a beautiful piggy and we would like to see you snoozing lusciously not being sad and poorly. Sorry about the nasty thermometer, how horribleFellow survivors,
I've been subjected to terrible things today. The slaves took me to see the vet because I've been very quiet and started making a strange noise. Being weighed and prodded is OK, so is looking at my teethies because I'm used to that from the slaves. This guy went too far though, he put a cold thing on my chest (ok) put a nasty hard thing in my mouth (not nice) then he put a thermometer UP MY BUM! REALLY NOT OK!
I was allowed to run to Mummy Slave for a cuddle after this ordeal and I did a wet fart on her new t shirt. Not my fault, it was the gel stuff he put on the thermometer. However once we got home I got two syringes full of lovely stuff.
Yours feeling a bit violated,
Mischievous Master Boris
He's feeling very good right now, another metacam junkie in the making......
I hope it's just a checkupMMB, get well soon. Hopefully you won't need a recheck.
I'm going to the vet Wednesday.
Yours,
Chez
Yes, just his yearly exam.I hope it's just a checkup![]()
Kongo would love a weekend in London! He wouldnt even care about rain, as long its not a bath he's okay with wet paws. Slave can buy him a rain hat and he will look exactly like Paddington! But Djingis either stays at home, or take a trip to Mongolia to look for his real dad big-Djengis. Kongo needs a vacay!MS would like to invite Mr President Kongo over for a diplomatic tour of London with Oreos, watermelon and basil for dinner in a discrete little place in the West Endbut I think my bottom should stay greasy as it is
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You survived it as a champ, Boris. Those rectal termometers... What on earth, Joe always said. Now enjoy your metacam! We hope slave forgets to put the bottle away. Kongo just loves a real good metacam-munchieFellow survivors,
I've been subjected to terrible things today. The slaves took me to see the vet because I've been very quiet and started making a strange noise. Being weighed and prodded is OK, so is looking at my teethies because I'm used to that from the slaves. This guy went too far though, he put a cold thing on my chest (ok) put a nasty hard thing in my mouth (not nice) then he put a thermometer UP MY BUM! REALLY NOT OK!
I was allowed to run to Mummy Slave for a cuddle after this ordeal and I did a wet fart on her new t shirt. Not my fault, it was the gel stuff he put on the thermometer. However once we got home I got two syringes full of lovely stuff.
Yours feeling a bit violated,
Mischievous Master Boris
We will stay away from Paddington Station or pass through hiding behind a newspaper in case the paparazzi pick up on us and chase us for the front page. "Paddington is alive in London and is on the tube! The Home Office wants to speak to him!"Kongo would love a weekend in London! He wouldnt even care about rain, as long its not a bath he's okay with wet paws. Slave can buy him a rain hat and he will look exactly like Paddington! But Djingis either stays at home, or take a trip to Mongolia to look for his real dad big-Djengis. Kongo needs a vacay!