Three boars, one cage.
JadeMagpie - His fur hasn't been trimmed by me and I'm assuming his previous owner didn't trim it. I'm not sure at all how long it will grow.
Thank you everyone for his compliments :) He is my little snuggly teddy bear.
Yesterday I let the two pig-sitted pigs have floortime with Scribble. They all got on exceptionally well, there was a bit of food stealing and the eldest seemed to enjoy boar glue-ing the two youngin's so I had to rescue scribble and give his rear-end a bit of a wipe.
Oh Boars. Sigh.
Thank you everyone for his compliments :) He is my little snuggly teddy bear.
Yesterday I let the two pig-sitted pigs have floortime with Scribble. They all got on exceptionally well, there was a bit of food stealing and the eldest seemed to enjoy boar glue-ing the two youngin's so I had to rescue scribble and give his rear-end a bit of a wipe.
Oh Boars. Sigh.
Scribble has the energy of a mini-pig so he is able to keep up with his busy mini-pig schedule. A schedule which includes more than just eating, sleeping and pooping.
While I was staying with the boyfriend for a few days, Scribble decided that it was his duty on earth to keep a post-operative me healthy and active. During cuddle time the little rascal would popcorn his way away from cuddle time and happily dash around boyfriend's living room for half an hour or so. Once I had completed my daily exercise time he would allow himself to be caught and I would return him to his cage.
Scribble took his duties as Human-Fitness-Motivator very seriously. He had been looking forward to enjoying a nice holiday away from caring for me when we finally returned home. You can imagine his shock when he realised we were babysitting... I mean entertaining, two boars for three weeks!
Blu, who might have been pictured here when he still had a baby face
And Pickle who almost-nearly-so-close to being kidnapped!
Scribble was still trying to get his house in order so being polite would have to wait!
Once Blu and Pickle had gone home I had expected to move Scribble down into the pet room where he could have the sight/sound company of my flatmate's group of 5 guinea pigs. How wonderful would it be if Blu and Pickle could fill the companionship gap while they were staying?
I had dreams of a super-long cage that would give the boys some rumble-room and decided that perhaps a happy medium would be that they could share a plate of veggies and some floortime together. I tried my first floortime...
Scribble didn't seem to really mind being pancaked beneath Blu but I did mind having to spend time wiping boar glue out of his coat after their meeting.
My super large imagined cage never was created, but due to time constraints rather than because I was traumatised by having to deal with boar glue and stank again :)
Soon it was time for our guests to go back to their own people, but Scribble was still short of free time!
He was heavily involved in guarding the sweeties during Movie Night
During a brief day of sunshine he was also required to come to terms with The Great Outdoors for the first time.
Just when he thought his schedule couldn't become more hectic, Scribble found himself moving house again! Except this time it was his home within a home moving and not his entire geographical location changing.
Scribble finally moved into the pet room and was upgraded from his 2x2 (which, if you were to ask him, completely cramped the style of his mini-pig-crazy-popcorn laps!)
Now he has to find emergency hiding locations...
Stress out the humans by ensuring the water bottle is always empty...
Use things IMPROPERLY
What?
AND locate his own dinners!
With all of these things to do each and every day, he finds it so incredibly difficult finding the time to do the toilet in one polite corner of the cage instead of everywhere.
Poor Scribble.
While I was staying with the boyfriend for a few days, Scribble decided that it was his duty on earth to keep a post-operative me healthy and active. During cuddle time the little rascal would popcorn his way away from cuddle time and happily dash around boyfriend's living room for half an hour or so. Once I had completed my daily exercise time he would allow himself to be caught and I would return him to his cage.
Scribble took his duties as Human-Fitness-Motivator very seriously. He had been looking forward to enjoying a nice holiday away from caring for me when we finally returned home. You can imagine his shock when he realised we were babysitting... I mean entertaining, two boars for three weeks!
Blu, who might have been pictured here when he still had a baby face
And Pickle who almost-nearly-so-close to being kidnapped!
Scribble was still trying to get his house in order so being polite would have to wait!
Once Blu and Pickle had gone home I had expected to move Scribble down into the pet room where he could have the sight/sound company of my flatmate's group of 5 guinea pigs. How wonderful would it be if Blu and Pickle could fill the companionship gap while they were staying?
I had dreams of a super-long cage that would give the boys some rumble-room and decided that perhaps a happy medium would be that they could share a plate of veggies and some floortime together. I tried my first floortime...
Scribble didn't seem to really mind being pancaked beneath Blu but I did mind having to spend time wiping boar glue out of his coat after their meeting.
My super large imagined cage never was created, but due to time constraints rather than because I was traumatised by having to deal with boar glue and stank again :)
Soon it was time for our guests to go back to their own people, but Scribble was still short of free time!
He was heavily involved in guarding the sweeties during Movie Night
During a brief day of sunshine he was also required to come to terms with The Great Outdoors for the first time.
Just when he thought his schedule couldn't become more hectic, Scribble found himself moving house again! Except this time it was his home within a home moving and not his entire geographical location changing.
Scribble finally moved into the pet room and was upgraded from his 2x2 (which, if you were to ask him, completely cramped the style of his mini-pig-crazy-popcorn laps!)
Now he has to find emergency hiding locations...
Stress out the humans by ensuring the water bottle is always empty...
Use things IMPROPERLY
What?
AND locate his own dinners!
With all of these things to do each and every day, he finds it so incredibly difficult finding the time to do the toilet in one polite corner of the cage instead of everywhere.
Poor Scribble.