Misadventures of Max (and others)

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RavenShade
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Post   » Fri Aug 01, 2003 7:33 pm


We are family! Got all my piggies with me!

The ladies are gone. For a while at least. They are in good hands and being doted upon. AKA Spoiled Rotten.

So it's just the guys again. In the study with the lea--- wrong story.

Prior to my wedding, I shipped them off to my mother's house. They were gone for about a month, between all the planning, wedding, travelling, and celebrating. I missed them very very much.

So now they're in the study, because my husband can't sleep with them in the bedroom. But that's fine. The study is MY domain. And they have a spring on the door so the cats don't get in there (just have to make sure the cats don't get locked in...) The first day or two they would jump at everything. D had to fix the force of the spring so it wouldn't slam so bad. If I were a pig, that would jangle my nerves, too.

The cats have been in while I was in there, and have seemed very bored. I really think it's an act because I've caught the little one sniffing at the door, tail twitching. Riiight.

The big cat poked his paws under the door the other day, but I chalk that up to wanting to be where I was. He's a bad cat. Gets into everything. I'm surprised he hasn't stationed himself on the keyboard.

I got a present the other day - a pig statue. The boys were introduced to it, and quickly lost interest as it is neither edible nor any good at conversation. So it hovers over their food until I can get my shelves up.

The funniest thing (to me anyway) is that the kids enjoy the pigs (breaking in the next generation) but it's my husband who is trying to bond with them. He feeds them constantly. Feeding is something he understands and is good at. He's still not so sure about the picking up part yet. He gets home before I do and apparently amuses himself by playing with the pigs, or petting and feeding, anyway. I get daily updates on his progress bonding to Jules (the spastic one). I haven't the heart to tell him it's just because Jules thinks he'll get a carrot.

Still, I think it's cute, and am not about to complain about a husband who fetches pig supplies, and likes the tribble-esque critters I chose to keep as pets.

It occured to me the other day that D is the last boyfriend Max met, and one of the few Max gave his wheek of approval to before he crossed the bridge. It's a nice thought.

The gang's all here. NOW it can be a home.

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RavenShade
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Post   » Mon Aug 18, 2003 9:35 pm



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RavenShade
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Post   » Thu Oct 09, 2003 9:55 am


A post reminded me of this story:

Max and the Unfortunate Pet Sitter

Several years ago I went away with friends while my then-boyfriend pigsat. Back in those days, Max was a solo pig, and my bf was an idiot (he probably still is). During the week away, he and his housemates fed the pets in their care beer and cigarettes and a fish and a mouse died and were replaced. BF prayed Max would be hardier.

Well, I took Max home, changed his pen, and thought nothing more of it (unaware of the cigarette and beer at the time). Max FLIPPED OUT. It took a day or two to figure out what the heck was wrong, but I finally found some weird white fluff in the bedding. I changed the pen, and Max was fine. I mentioned this to my bf, who got very quiet, and let me in on a secret.

My friend's (who happened to be his housemate's gf - follow?) mouse had been mauled by hamsters. The body was thrown in the trash but because Max's litter was in a similar trash bag, it was in Max's litter. Max had understandably freaked when confronted with a dead mouse in his nice clean pen.

It was an appalling revelation. Apparently the guys had decided to put the mouse with the hamsters, which was bad enough, but then they "forgot" to feed them, so the hamsters turned on one another and the mouse. Which is why she was unrecognizable to me as a mouse.

When Max started biting smokers, I found out that they'd offered him beer and cigarettes, which he tried. For the rest of his life, he bit smokers, most often just after they'd had a cigarette.

And, no, my friends did not fall for the bait and switch fish and mouse. I think to this day my friend thinks her mouse died of a cold. I didn't think it was wise to tell her the truth.

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RavenShade
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Post   » Tue Apr 27, 2004 1:52 pm


SUCKER!

As in "blood sucking vampire pig."

Neal McNeal of the clan McNeal (aka Evil Pig) has a taste for people. Really. He's giving Mr. Ow, Quit It! a run for his money. The other day he bit my neck and drew blood. I was not amused.

He is, however, young (but solid!) and cute and rather entertaining. He also has the ability to throw hair on three people at once. It was like he exploded.

I am finally getting some use out of the ferret bed I bought the boys last Christmas. I figured that since he kept turning his pigloo over (when he wasn't standing on it), he really didn't want it in there. So now he has the bed which he happily uses and chews on. I think maybe it's just an oral fixation.

Neal gets along fine with Jules, but not with Steve (unless there is a loud noise, and then they'll all cram into a pigloo until they realize they're ALL in the pigloo...). Steve may be the elder statesman, but he will not take any crap from this upstart. Unfortunately, the upstart won't take the hint. So they live in a neighborly fashion until Neal gets older and chills out. I have faith. Ms. Diva pig was the same way, and now she's the submissive one. Go figure.

Neal has a very amusing habit of popcorning for hay. He LOOOOVES his bluegrass. He includes his own sound effects, giving a whet! when he jumps. This morning he was so overjoyed I thought he was going to fall over. He's a freak. Which is why he's my pig.

This is the picture that got me. I'm truly a sucker for a cute PEW abby. He looks like Max, only in white. I really needed another pig like I neede a hole in my head but...I just couldn't resist. I am weak.

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snowflakey
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Post   » Tue Apr 27, 2004 1:53 pm


How cute and bad! He looks like he's ready to throw hair on three different people as you take the picture.

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Lynx
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Post   » Tue Apr 27, 2004 2:26 pm


He reminds so much of Snowflake -- despite her dark eyes.

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RavenShade
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Post   » Tue Apr 27, 2004 2:38 pm


Is Snowflake an evil bloodsucking pig, too?

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Lynx
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Post   » Tue Apr 27, 2004 3:53 pm


She does tend to chew on me. I bear a red pinch mark on my arm from her last frantic "get me outta here". Does that count?

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RavenShade
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Post   » Tue Apr 27, 2004 4:10 pm


Maybe a vampire in training. Even Jules has been kind enough not to go for the jugular, although kid fingers are fair game (you'd think they'd learn...)

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pigbert

Post   » Fri Nov 05, 2004 2:01 pm


they'll all cram into a pigloo until they realize they're ALL in the pigloo

isn't that the truth? even funnier
when there isn't an inch of spare
space in the pigloo after they cram
in. hehehe...so funny.

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RavenShade
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Post   » Wed Mar 30, 2005 11:26 am


It's hysterical when they realize where they are and the pigloo starts jumping in their frenzy to get out - all at once.

Neal has started to behave himself. We are quickly coming up on his 1 yr anniversary with us. Jules still wheeks if Neal even looks at him cross-eyed, but Steve laid the smack down and Neal gave up.

Neal doesn't like people much (something Elmyra can't understand) but he's a good pig. All 3 lbs 4 oz of him. I miss his popcorning, though.

My husband continues to try to bond with them and spoil them. Steve doesn't care as long as someone brings food.

Elmyra was the one who finally saw Neal chirping (the rest of us had only heard it) and she was beyond thrilled.

It's all going according to my nefarious plan...MWAHAHAH!

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RavenShade
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Post   » Wed Feb 22, 2006 7:22 pm


Sad Update

Sadly, today my precious Stephen van Gogh crossed the bridge. He was everyone's favorite pig. My "pig ambassador". I remember that crisp November day when I picked him up, to be friends with Max. Now they can hang out together again.

Steve was nearly 7 years old, by my best guess. He lived a long life. He was addicted to critter treats he probably shouldn't have gotten. I think this was the first morning he didn't greet me at the door to the cage, begging for something special. He and Jules were my bookends. I wish I'd gotten a picture of them standing together, begging.

He was a very special pig. He will be very very missed.

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PooksiedAnimals
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Post   » Wed Feb 22, 2006 7:44 pm


Ravenshade, I'm so sorry. I have loved reading stories of your trio. It sounds like he had a good long life with you. Take care.

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RavenShade
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Post   » Wed Feb 22, 2006 9:40 pm


Pictures of the Pigs

Mr. RS says he's being strong for me, but he's sad, too. Steve was his favorite.

Mr. also said that if the lilacs don't survive the deer this winter, we'll plant more.

I knew I married him for a reason. He's a good man, and a good friend.

Elmyra made a cross to mark the grave and stood with me while Mr. filled it in. She's a good kid, too.

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snowflakey
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Post   » Wed Feb 22, 2006 9:48 pm


Beautiful Steve. I finally figured out what your avatar is.

cutemomomi
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Post   » Thu Feb 23, 2006 12:54 pm


I am so sorry RavenShade, you are a very good slave, and told wonderful stories.
Do take care...
momo

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RavenShade
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Post   » Thu Feb 23, 2006 1:09 pm


Maybe I should make my avatar bigger. That's Steve and Max, enjoying some sunshine and grass at my old house.

Steve never stopped begging. He and Jules would lean way out of the pen together, hoping for something new or tastier. If breakfast wasn't to his liking, he'd look at me expectantly. He loved oranges and sometimes I'd give him his own measuring cup of orange juice so he'd leave mine in peace. He would also eat from a spoon and drink from a carefully held cup. Often, he'd stay under the covers until I made the tsk, tsk noise that told him I had food. He was a smart pig.

When I held him, he'd snuggle up under my chin almost like a baby. I'd rest my chin on the flat part of his hair. We could spend a lot of time like that, watching TV. He had the softest hair. I've never had a grown pig before or since that was that soft. It was almost as shiney as a satin, but he was just an ordinary shorthair.

During one of his first floortimes with me, I had to chase him around the living room for no less than 45 minutes before I could get him back in his pen, but other than that, he rarely gave me any trouble. I wish I could say the same for his cagemates.

Take all the pictures you can, even if it seems silly. Let the kids make smoothies for sick pigs, even if you're tired. You may wish you had later.

It is the end of an era. I don't know what will follow. It's too soon to see if the pairing of Jules and Neal without Steve holds or if I'll have to make new arrangements. That's for another chapter, I guess.

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Lynx
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Post   » Thu Feb 23, 2006 4:07 pm


This is bigger, if you'd like the same pic:

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snowflakey
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Post   » Thu Feb 23, 2006 7:21 pm


I like the new avatar.

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RavenShade
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Post   » Fri Feb 24, 2006 10:44 am


Thanks, Lynx.

Snowflakey, I do, too. I like to think that's how they are now. Back together, in fresh grass and sunshine.

Deer jumped the fence and visited Steve's grave. It's like they pranced there. Mr. RS had noticed yesterday AM that the cross was knocked over, and hadn't had a chance to put it back up. Anyway, he got home and went out there and asked if I'd done it (yes, I went out there before work) and if I'd seen the footprints. He prefers to think it was somewhat magical.

I had joked that Red may have already found his forever home. It may not be such a joke now. I'm seriously considering keeping him, if not all the Little Pigs Three. Mr. RS will probably be irritated, but if I can't find a home for the trio or at least the other two, they can stay with me. And right now I don't think he'd argue with me.

Guinea pig - free
Medical bills - didn't bother to count
Time spent together - five years +
Total - priceless

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