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Barrett 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.
 
Oh Barrett, sweet kitty! Too much love โค๏ธ I hope he feels able to go more often soon ๐Ÿพ
It's great that you are able to present your academic interests ๐ŸŽ“ ๐Ÿ“š
Hi to the boys ๐Ÿช
We're in front of the fan again today while MS is away at work. The ice pods are in our cages. No great pressure to do anything but eat and sleep and stay cool ๐ŸงŠ My poops have formed up so greens are back on the menu ๐Ÿฅ—
 
Stay cool boys.

We have heat on now because it's cold, but in the afternoon we'll have air conditioning because it's going to be hot. Weird Michigan weather!
 
That is interesting weather ๐ŸŒฆ๏ธ You must be always carrying a coat ๐Ÿงฅ or wishing you had your coat. Ours is on all the time ๐Ÿ˜„ 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 โค๏ธ We are still averse to being picked up though ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ
 
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 ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿ‘–๐ŸŽฏ
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?
 
That is interesting weather ๐ŸŒฆ๏ธ You must be always carrying a coat ๐Ÿงฅ or wishing you had your coat. Ours is on all the time ๐Ÿ˜„ 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 โค๏ธ We are still averse to being picked up though ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ
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.
 
Barrett 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.
Oh Barrett โค๏ธ
I know its not a very fun feeling to give your animals that kind of drugs, but you really are that kind of person that have your pets best in interest. You know your Barrett.

To work at a book store or at the library was my dream work as a kid. Might still be.
 
Fellow 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
 
nothing wrong, Polo. You can borrow Kongo and have a bumm clean as a whistle in a minute. Nanny Kongo is a bumm-hoover!
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 End ๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฅ— but I think my bottom should stay greasy as it is ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜„
 
Fellow 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
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 horrible โ˜น๏ธ I'm sure Mummy Slave would rather have a healthy Boris than 10000000000 new T shirts ๐Ÿ‘• โค๏ธ
 
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 End ๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฅ— but I think my bottom should stay greasy as it is ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜„
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!
 
Fellow 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
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-munchie

โ™ฅ๏ธ from a tired daddy Kongo and his bad behaved som Djingis
 
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!
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!" ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ˜„
Big Djengis might come to visit
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน ๐Ÿ˜ฎ
 
Mom woke up at 5:30. She had to spend some time with the cat then she came to give us breakfast.

She usually puts us to bed at 4:30pm, so we're alone over 12 hours. But she's just done with the day and likes to relax.

4 hour shift tonight, Barrett should be fine.

I've been off antibiotics for 5 months!

Chez has an exam tomorrow, he really needs a nail trim. Mom is really excited to meet the new vet, who happens to keep guineas.
 
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-munchie

โ™ฅ๏ธ from a tired daddy Kongo and his bad behaved som Djingis

Hi. I munch for about 4 hours in the morning while Chez naps.

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You look lovely munching on your nice green hay. MS likes to buy high class hay when she can. She holds the bag and sniffs it, ah ๐Ÿ‘Œ! But she still won't eat any ๐Ÿ˜•
 
We usually get small pet Select but we have oxbow right now. It was just easier to pack for our holiday so that'll last 2 weeks then we have another box so we should be set for over a month. We're not fussy although we prefer 2nd cutting.
 
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!" ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ˜„
Big Djengis might come to visit
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน ๐Ÿ˜ฎ
Kongo would just love that attention! He would flirt will all the paparazzis if they give him a treat ๐Ÿ˜

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Right now he's not all happy with me. No Apple today! Whaaat slave?
I told him to be nice. Just had my second meeting with gun violence on my way home from work in just a couple of months. I've been so lucky I have been a couple of minutes too late both times. Maybe its safer to just quit working and just be a stay at home pig-slave? ๐Ÿ˜…
 
Kongo accepting Oreos ๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿชโค๏ธ His salad plate looks delicious ๐Ÿฅ—
Horrible, I'm sorry you have had a nasty experience. Grim ๐Ÿ˜Ÿ
 
Kongo accepting Oreos ๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿชโค๏ธ His salad plate looks delicious ๐Ÿฅ—
Horrible, I'm sorry you have had a nasty experience. Grim ๐Ÿ˜Ÿ
He was angry because he does not eat tomatoes or broccoli, and I still have the guts to put it on his plate! He does not care about that Djingis loves broccoli. Djingis is not a very big veggie-eater at all, right now I'm trying to figure out what he really likes. Cucumber, romain, kale - meh!

Looks like it just was a soft air gun and a fight. But the number of police cars, ambulances and copters made it look like it was a massacre going on. Grew up in the area and has always been told that I'm not aloud to be in that neighbourhood after dark, so I feel a bit wild when I'm working late and take that bus. My dad was crazy last night and I had to send him a selfie of myself in the cab (guess its true you're never really a grown up in the eyes of your parents ๐Ÿ˜‚)
 
Your dad is a good chap. Guns are dangerous, even air guns ๐Ÿ˜Ÿ Glad you are home safely. It is a big, scary world and yet we have to go out in it โค๏ธ
Cucumber, Romaine, kale โค๏ธ MS is not allowed to buy other veg. Spinach saves her (and she likes it in her soup) but only baby spinach (for Truffle of course) Actually he is the one who can chew through wood. I prefer to eat and snooze. But coroplast beware of Polo ๐Ÿ˜ฌ Now grass, I don't think there is a guinea pig born who would say no to fresh grass ๐Ÿ‘ŒLucky Djingis Kongo doesn't eat broccoli ๐Ÿฅฆ
 
Hi Survivors, mom said I wear underwear. I have never worn underwear!

Chez is zooming, I'm wheeking and popcorning.

It'll be even better in an hour when she deep cleans.

She called us both butt holes this morning for fun.
 
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