Sunday, November 21, 2010

The Yellow Submarine

Remember the old Beatles' song about how they lived in The Yellow Submarine?

That is the name of the habitat for my Three Guinea Pigs Gruff. Jenn built them a six foot long "sub" out of yellow plastic and connecting metal ties. Today was bed making day and for them this involves flannel sheets, puppy pads and newspapers. The Fearsome Threesome are banished to their "confessional" during this procedure.

Their confessional consists of an enclosure for the three of them to occupy as the Yellow Sub is cleaned out and made fit for piggy habitation once again. We call it a confessional because it is a window of opportunity where they can mull over the "sins" that got them temporarily evicted. (Peeing, leaving uneaten bits of food, etc.)

My confession? Loving them so much I totally forgive them of their trespasses (intended or not)!

Friday, November 19, 2010

How the Three came to be

Let me introduce you (briefly) to three of my favorite six inch (and under) set. Baby Crockett is the brown one. He came from the pet store with multiple bites on his back thanks to his ill-tempered cage mate -- a surly-looking large gray rabbit. Jenn (my daughter) and I had agreed any additional pigs we got (and we'd had a dozen over the years) would be a rescue. After seeing Crockett's miserable living conditions, we decided he was a rescue. We didn't realize at the time we were also inviting into our home a multitude of munching mites!

The White boys -- Fuzzbutt and Einstein came as a duo. They are brothers. On a windy May day in 2008 they (with the help of a girl and boy) rang our doorbell and asked to live with us. What could we say to these homeless, hapless fellows? Yes. Of course.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Introducing my Three Guinea Pigs Gruff

My three guinea pigs: Fuzzbutt, Baby Crockett, and Einstein after Trick-or-Treat.