- Supporter in '15
Has anyone else had boar-glue spots this big? I have never seen one that large, and why would he eat it?!
ETA: I have probably cursed myself by saying this. I hope I'm not spending my evening cutting spoot out of Bartleby's fur, although it wouldn't be the first time.
Romeo was picked on by both Reko and Mojo the whole time.
Reko and Mojo tried to kill each other and have nice wounds. I had to pin each of them with my hands (one in each) because I could not get them away from each other long enough to grab the crates.
I used the most neutral ground I could think of, a HUGE (3x4 rounded out) pen outside on the grass. No hide aways, nothing (it was 8PM and shaded). I give up. I have three boars who can not live together. AND on top of that I now have two wounds to care for. *grumbles something about males*
They are all ok, so we have since recused Toffee Dave!
I preferred Zombie Dave, thanks to those eyes..
Anyway, when they were first introduced, there was plenty of the usual rumble strutting and a bit of fighting, but no blood. Aft two weeks they seemed ok, but something happened, and now Toffee Dave went from being the boss to being bullied badly by the other two.. Including scratches! So now Dave is in a carrier cage till we can get a two story cage and can block it off. Does anyone have success stories where there's been blood drawn?
Riley: *mounts Chex*
Chex: *now has boar glue all over his long, curly hair*
Me: *frantically tries to wipe it with a paper towel before it dries*
Chex: *SHAKES HIMSELF OFF*
Boar glue. Sprays. On me.
Good to know they are still spry.
I took the day off work today because I have a stinking cold and spent half the night awake with a sore throat. I decided I needed a cuddle from a pig to cheer me up, so I took Albert upstairs and laid down on my bed with him on my chest.
What Albert decided I needed, however, was boar musk on my pajamas. I didn't notice the smell until he'd already settled down and put on a dead weight to stop me picking him up. I ended up lying there for fifteen minutes in a haze of boar stink until Albert decided it was time for him to go back to his cage.
To make matters worse, instead of a blocked nose, which is what I usually get when I have a cold, I had a runny nose, which meant that every time I sniffed I got another whiff of eau de boar.
The pajamas are now in the wash basket.
Clearly, Albert was trying to help you clear your sinuses out. ;)
Spike went on a mission to stank the kitchen floor last night. It smelled so unusually bad it was like a skunk was in the house. We had to chlorox the floor and put a scented candle out. Is it normal to have a change in stank odor?
- Supporter in '12
It's a good thing I set out the fleece blanket for their floor time.
Because WOW did Batman and the Little Guy stank up the place! It seriously REEKED!
The guinea pig room doesn't smell that bad, EVER.
But I bundled up the fleece after all was finished, and the living room doesn't stink anymore, so it's all good.
I had picked up a stuffed friend for him with which to cuddle and hang out. No sooner did I set it in the cage, did he attack it, pin it to the cage floor and start EATING it! Ripping little tufts of fur out/off.
Needless to say, that "friend" is no longer in the cage. We are looking for something with a little less floof too it.
- LS in AK
- Upside-down & Backwards
When two of my sows (I know this is a boar thread, but...) were going through adolescence, I separated them after a bout of bloody hair-pulling and gave one of them a Curious George doll for company, naively thinking it would comfort her. She then proceeded to body slam poor George, smashing and biting and pulling at him in frustration while I watched stupidly, wondering that my gentle little girl was possessed with demonic rage.
Hope you can find a less floofy replacement friend for Bubba.
I finish changing out the fleece and go to put the boys back in their cage. Burr is MISSING! I freak out - I look everywhere. I search the whole basement, finally I go into the other room where Walnut is in quarantine...
And there's Burr. He is frantically running laps around the outside of Walnut's cage. He is squealing and wheeking in a loud agitated manner, periodically standing up to sniff between the grids. Burr had climbed OUT of the laundry basket, ran across the room, through the threshold to the other room, across the other room to Walnut's cage all on his own.
Burr was aware of Walnut's existence because I use the room Walnut's cage is in for cuddle time. He could hear there was another pig and was very upset. Naturally, as TOP PIG, he feels there is no room for more boars. He dislikes the competition.