After putting the piggies back into their cages, I sat in front of my computer and went through all their photos. I can’t believe it has been 6 months already. 3 months ago baby Guapo weighed 90g, now he weighs 652g. What happened? I asked myself. Flipping through the photos hoping to find more answers, I really wished that I had taken more pictures or videos, maybe even wrote down how they’ve changed my life each and every day they’ve been with me. I felt disappointed with myself, I wanted to do something about it but I didn’t know what. When my boyfriend came home, I just kept complaining about anything I could find wrong. He sat me down and we talked
about what was really bothering me. That’s when he said to me “nothing is stopping you from taking more pictures and writing about your life with the pigs if that is what you want to do. It’s not too late, why don’t you start now?” He was right but I needed a place to start, somewhere I can be held accountable for taking more pictures and writing about my piggies. The first thing I thought of was Cavy Chronicles! I know I’m not a good writer like some of the chronicle authors here, but I have something in common with them; I am very passionate about my piggies! I’ve been following some of the chronicles on this forum and have been touched by so many of the photos and stories. I want this to be the home of my own chronicle and maybe one day my stories will lighten up someone’s day like so many stories here have done for me.
It all started on a Monday morning, sometime in mid August of 2011... I was working at home and bored as usual, I received a call from my friend who tells me she has accepted a job offer in California and will be moving in a month. I was so happy for her! She’s been waiting for this opportunity for over a year now. We talked about how exciting her new life would be and I told her I was so jealous because she wouldn’t have to deal with driving in snow anymore! I don’t really remember how we got to talk about guinea pigs but at the end of the call, we had arranged that I would help re-home her guinea pig during the move. Now, I have never owned an animal in my entire life, not even a gold fish. I wasn’t sure what to expect and almost regretted saying yes to her without consulting with my common-law boyfriend. The first thing I did, was google “guinea pig how to” on the computer. It was amazing the amount of information I found. 2 hours later I felt like a guinea pig expert! So that afternoon, I dropped by friend’s place to meet the little piggy for the first time.
(sorry for the wall of text and no photos to show! I am working on the photo situation for my next post)
That night, after a little bit of convincing Darren finally gave in. There were conditions of course. I promised I'd do all the cleaning and feeding and... pretty much everything. He made it clear that he didn’t want anything to do with caring for the animal. Fair enough. On Thursday before the pickup, I went to walmart and bought some grids and 2 fleece blankets (they were on sale woohoo!) to make my cage. I already knew what I wanted; A simple 3x2 cage lined with fleece as the main bedding. I went home, put everything together myself in an hour. I was proud of myself that day. I went to bed that night feeling pretty confident about the following day to come.
The next day, I went to my friend’s house after work to pickup Nana. When we got home and just as I was about to put her in her brand new cage I realized that I had forgotten to line the bottom of the cage with newspaper! IDIOT! I thought to myself. Without even thinking I put Nana in a cardboard box while I started fixing the cage. I can honestly say that box was about 12 inches high. Maybe 3 minutes went by before I looked in the box, only to find Nana M.I.A. I started looking everywhere in the room. That little ninja, jumped out of the box and found a place to hide right behind my computer station. I picked her up and put her back in the box again and the moment I turned around, she jumped out again! I could not believe this was happening to me. I’m on my knees, chasing Nana around the room. As if this wasn’t enough, she did this a couple more times to me, even though I had a lid on the box! By the end, I was flustered and sweaty. I couldn’t wait to finally put her in her new cage.
Once in her cage, Nana refused to come out of her wooden cave. No matter what kind of yummy treat I had waiting for her. I tried putting the veggies right up to her and leaving it there, only coming back to check up on her every 15 minutes or so. She didn't touch it. I remember reading about how guinea pigs need time to adjust to their new surroundings once they move into a new cage, so I left her alone for the rest of the day.
2 days went by, she barely touched any food or drink. I started to worry... so I took her to the vet and she told me everything was healthy. I also did a lot of research online myself and at the end of the day I came to the conclusion that Nana needed a cage mate. The next day I was on kijiji looking for Nana's best friend.
(To this day I still can't figure out what the black spot is... any ideas?)
Another ad also caught my interest, although less so than he previous ad. A college student was selling her new born guinea pig babies because she has no more room in her dorm to house them. She had bought a pair from a pet store thinking they were a pair of girls and a couple months later she had 3 guinea pig babies! The thought of a baby anything just made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I replied to the girl asking if I could see the babies in person since she only lived 15 min away from me. She responded almost immediately and we arranged to see the piggies the following weekend. I was really hoping that the previous advertiser would've gotten back to me by then so I could've made a better decision when I went to see the babies. They never did but I was still hopeful, maybe they were just occupied... For 3 days. Saturday came, I remember promising myself in the car on the way to see the guinea pig babies that I would only look but not make a decision until I hear back from my first choice. Ya... Well that promise was short lived because 30 minutes later I came home with Poppy, Nana's 2nd best friend!
(Do you see how Nana just sits in the background going "tsk tsk tsk, that's how you get eaten the wild poppy... you are such a noob."
- Supporter in 2014
You tell her Nana, my Arnold knows all about the dangers of being out in the open. He's a wise pig too.
At first glance the black spot looks like a dirty grease gland. My boys can get all dirty there if I don't keep them clean. Their hair gets all matted and sticky from the secretions from the gland just above where their tail would be. I'm not sure if girls have the same thing, but then maybe she wasn't a girl.
It wasn't long before Nana figured out she was bigger and mother nature dictates she must be the boss. Poppy didn't fight it, maybe because she knew she would never win a fight against a pig almost twice her size. I personally think it's because she could've cared less. As long as Poppy was well fed and had some comfy pink fleece to lay her head, she was a happy pig. As for Nana, she was finally eating and drinking.
I felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. Poppy in her own little way took care of Nana when she really needed a friend. Even though Nana bossed her around every day, I don't think Poppy minded. Deep down I think she knew who needed who more ;) So, at the end of the day I had 2 perfect piggies and they were getting along fantastically. They were like two peas in a pod...
Everything was perfect.
The following day, I received an email from the people who posted the first ad that I was interested in... I think you know where this is going.