Recently, the RSPCA sent me a newsletter, and on the front of the envelope was Albert's adoption photograph. It must have been taken shortly after they rescued him, because he looks really thin and his haunches and spine look quite pronounced under his fur.
Luckily, when I went to pick him up he'd put on a lot more weight, and is now quite a chubster! I think that was why I was so surprised when they brought out this huge pig, because I'd only seen his photo on the internet and was expecting something a lot smaller.
Here are some photos I took of him this morning, looking very handsome, if I do say so myself (although in need of a nail trim)!
Happy Adoption Anniversary, little man!
Lynx, I would definitely be interested in having Albert as a calender possibility, thank you.
In other news, both Albert and Wilbur are off to my mum's house tonight to stay the weekend. I'm decorating the kitchen, which is right next to the pigs' room, and I don't want them getting paint fumes in their delicate, little lungs!
A couple of weeks ago, I gave the boys baths because they were both getting a bit greasy. Here's a picture of Albert sitting in the cuddle bed all sudsy while I change the bath water:
He didn't seem to mind being bathed too much, which surprised me as he's normally quite a timid lad and hasn't really enjoyed it in the past. I think he liked having the shampoo rubbed into his fur, because it was like being massaged.
Wilbur, on the other hand, didn't like it at all, and kept trying to jump out of the tub (it was on the floor so there was no chance of him falling and hurting himself if he did get out). I couldn't get any photos of him because he would have taken the opportunity to escape.
I did however, take this photo of him a bit later on:
"No more baths, please!"
My boyfriend is a recent guinea pig convert. He doesn't really like rodents because of the long tails and because they move quite fast, but he's grown to like the pigs because they don't have tails and they're more laid back. Whenever he comes to visit, he always brings some salad for the boys and feeds them whilst they're sat on his knee.
Albert is always a bit nervous at first, and buries his head underneath Wilbur. Wilbur doesn't mind, because Albert's fur is like a soft pillow.
Albert soon recovers, however, when he realises there's food in the vicinity:
He's got my boyfriend well trained, because whenever the food runs out he looks up at him with his big eyes as if to say "have you got any more?" It's hard to resist such a cute face!
He always saves some of his salad for the boys, and gives me cucumber and tomato to take home for them. He tells me to make sure they know it's from him!So lovely to read that your boyfriend is a guinea pig convert, and how sweet of him to bring them salad when he comes to visit!
Your boys are beautiful. I love white faces on a piggie :)
I love white piggy faces, too, especially when they get food stains on them. Albert is always getting tomato seeds on his dewlap, whereas Wilbur's seems to soak up cucumber juice.
It's funny how it's almost a perfect match for Albert's fur. If he didn't have white patches he'd totally blend in. I put it in the carry case when I took him to the vet a few months ago (he scratched his eye), and the vet referred to it as his "camouflage".That third picture, it looks like they are surrounded by a herd of agouti guinea pigs!
Yup, kinda hard to tell where the pig ends and the blanket begins.
I think the boys are a bit annoyed at me at the moment. I haven't been very well over the weekend and had to pop into the supermarket as they were out of salad, so I was later then normal feeding them. When I got back, Wilbur was sat next to his bowl with a "how much longer are you going to keep me waiting?" look on his face. I gave him some watermelon and broccoli with his Oxbow and salad as they're his particular favourites, so he's pacified for now.
My boyfriend has been hand feeding the boys again. Last Saturday he brought almost a whole bag of salad, plus some tomatoes and cucumber. The week before, he ran out of stuff to feed them whilst they were still on his knee, and they both looked up at him imploringly and made him feel guilty! This time, he came more prepared.
Albert got a bit bolshy, and starting stealing food out of Wilbur's mouth. Ian stopped him by putting his hand in between the pigs, and Albert started throwing a temper tantrum and whinging, almost as if he was saying "it's not fair, you never let me do ANYTHING!" If he was human I'd bet he'd have stormed upstairs and slammed his bedroom door!