Sparklepetal
Teenage Guinea Pig
Hello everyone, Trudy here!
Hazelnut and I wanted to let you know that we've been on something called a Holiday. We were quite anxious at first because the slaves put us in the carrier for going to the Vet, but it turned out to be a longer journey. We had a lovely spacious 2 x 3 accommodation with comfy fleece hideys and we don't know what the slaves were talking about saying "close quarters" and "not much room".
We adjusted very well to being indoor-piggies for a while, learning what The Fridge may mean and wheeking accordingly. Slave also learned that she can't make kissy noises across the room at Mr Slave with us listening because that's the signal for "come to the bars I have veggie treat for you". We freaked him out with our instant wheeky response (snigger).
The slaves seemed to enjoy their time at Charmouth, but you'd never credit how weird hoomans can be. They kept going off Fossil Hunting. I guess Fossils must be fast on their paws because it took a lot of effort. But get this - I managed to get sight of a Fossil and they are NOT a new piggy snack. And hoomans don't even eat them either. Mind blown.
If your slaves ever take you to Charmouth you need to send them to the Bakery. They will come back with happy slave packages of fresh pains au chocolat and boring stuff like that, but the real point is the lane where the bakery is leads to a park. The lawn mower men do not mow right to the edges of the park and slaves can gather dandelions, ribwort plantain and some pretty decent long grass. The Rec is supposed to be no dogs but our slaves washed and dried the goodies just in case, and they made an excellent second breakfast.
In health news from me, my back is feeling much better. Most of the stitches from the biopsies have gone and the skin and fur are much nicer. After going to the vets, both Hazelnut and I dropped a little weight in protest and one of us (we won't let the slaves find out which) did small poopers. Turns out this made slaves give us some special mushy food in a funny plastic thing AND some special tasty drink. We love Critical Care and Pro C! However apparently we have "had enough" now. Have you ever heard your slaves use that strange phrase?
Sorry there are no photos of us looking cute on holiday, the slave's phone is bust.
Hope everypig is well,
Love from Trudy x
Hazelnut and I wanted to let you know that we've been on something called a Holiday. We were quite anxious at first because the slaves put us in the carrier for going to the Vet, but it turned out to be a longer journey. We had a lovely spacious 2 x 3 accommodation with comfy fleece hideys and we don't know what the slaves were talking about saying "close quarters" and "not much room".
We adjusted very well to being indoor-piggies for a while, learning what The Fridge may mean and wheeking accordingly. Slave also learned that she can't make kissy noises across the room at Mr Slave with us listening because that's the signal for "come to the bars I have veggie treat for you". We freaked him out with our instant wheeky response (snigger).
The slaves seemed to enjoy their time at Charmouth, but you'd never credit how weird hoomans can be. They kept going off Fossil Hunting. I guess Fossils must be fast on their paws because it took a lot of effort. But get this - I managed to get sight of a Fossil and they are NOT a new piggy snack. And hoomans don't even eat them either. Mind blown.
If your slaves ever take you to Charmouth you need to send them to the Bakery. They will come back with happy slave packages of fresh pains au chocolat and boring stuff like that, but the real point is the lane where the bakery is leads to a park. The lawn mower men do not mow right to the edges of the park and slaves can gather dandelions, ribwort plantain and some pretty decent long grass. The Rec is supposed to be no dogs but our slaves washed and dried the goodies just in case, and they made an excellent second breakfast.
In health news from me, my back is feeling much better. Most of the stitches from the biopsies have gone and the skin and fur are much nicer. After going to the vets, both Hazelnut and I dropped a little weight in protest and one of us (we won't let the slaves find out which) did small poopers. Turns out this made slaves give us some special mushy food in a funny plastic thing AND some special tasty drink. We love Critical Care and Pro C! However apparently we have "had enough" now. Have you ever heard your slaves use that strange phrase?
Sorry there are no photos of us looking cute on holiday, the slave's phone is bust.
Hope everypig is well,
Love from Trudy x
I was going to leave them home with a friend feeding but then Trudy's medical regime was too complex to put on someone else's shoulders so we just took them along. It may have been fine, but I didn't like to ask and be told no and have no options left!
