"Are you ready to get a bath and get your hair 'did?"
"Mo's evening at the spa!"
Meanwhile, Mortar convenes with papa on the state of the economy and which mutual funds he'd recommend. Luckily he's not charging for his consultation...yet.
After a quick dip in the sink and a thorough drying by dad, Mo shows us the result of a sitting with mom and her thinning shears:
"No, hun. Nothing too major. Just cleaning you up a bit."
"I think so! I can still see your butt-hawk. I know how you like your butt hawk."
"Mo, we think you look very handsome."
Brick got a bath last night as well, as he was in dire need of it. What a stinky, stinky boar butt that boy has. Geeze.
I also like the comment about Mo's spa day! You did a great job on Mo's haircut. My boys go to grandma's house and have their spa day. (my fiance and I are no good at haircuts!)
I can't wait for more updates :)
Bonjour, ev-wee-bod-EE. Je suis un cobaye. Or shall I say, I am Jacques, a distinguished and French a-guinEA a-pig. What I am doing here, I do not yet know. But here I am, no? So we will see what happen.
Here I am striking my superior Frenchman snooty pose:
And here you can view me from zee top:
I am very handsome piggie, non?
Unfortunately, some stupid A-merr-EE-cahn hooman think I needed bath. Bath? Pah!
I dried off, but still I am disgruntled by the treatment
OK, I am done speaking for now. I will let l'homme, the hooman male, speak now. Ciao.
Hello. Dan here. Amanda's at work this afternoon, grooming dogs, so it's left to me to update the chronicles.
First, a sad farewell wink to Brick, who died a week ago today. We miss him very deeply, and are still so sad at his unexpected parting.
We had him cremated, and we were able to pick up his ashes this morning, from the humane league. That leads us to the happy "wheek!" While we were there, we looked in the small animals room. They had three male guinea pigs--all living separately and in good health--and we got to spend some time hanging out with each of them in a "visitation room." The last was the gentleman you see above, Jacques. Amanda fell in love, and so did I. He has a gentle personality, and seemed so comfortable with us and interested in us. The rest is history! He is now home with us, living in temporary quarantine for a couple weeks. While maman set up his C&C cage, papa cleaned his butt and ears, trimmed his nails a bit, and then gave him a nice little bath.
Jacques is eating, drinking, exploring his cage, and napping like a champ! He's 1 lb 12 oz (.8 kg), and he's less than a year old. Not like our 3+ lb old men!
Our hope is that he will get along well with Mo and Bear. We'll see how that goes, in a few weeks.
Welcome to the herd, Jacques! We're so happy to have you with us, here in your forever home. I'm sure maman will have more to tell everyone about you soon!
It was probably the best introduction we've had with Bear, Mo and any of the other boys we've tried. We had them out for at least an hour, and I completely cleaned and washed everything in the cage. The three boys seemed to hit it off great together.
And then it began.
Acanoffleas scurries over to the cage to see what the effing heck that crazy noise was.
"Whassa matter?!?!" Dan asks, startled.
"I just saw a rolling ball of fur!"
We both open the barn doors and peer inside and everyone is...fine. The boys are inspected, and though there are minor signs of spats, we decide to leave them be to figure it out. That's what your supposed to do, right? RIGHT?
So leave them be we did. The boys ate together perfectly.
Mo and Jacques chased each other playfully. At first, anyway. Then chasing soon became harassment. War wounds started appearing - Mo had a bite wound by his ear that threatened to absess, Jacques had some sore looking scratches on his rump, Mo had quite a few nips around his mouth...so it was decided, after a week of being together, that Mo couldn't tolerate sharing his precious Bear (...they have 16 square feet between the two of them. You'd THINK there'd be enough space for one more but noooooo...) So now, here is our current set up:
Mason and Mortar up top, sharing a wall (separated)
Bear and Mo downstairs
Jacques on the ottoman next to everyone.
I'm guessing this is how we're going to have to leave it until we can build another cage to accommodate. Everybody seems happy, including Jacques. He's not being harassed and nipped at any more, and he can still see, smell, and talk to his brothers. And Mo has his precious Bearman all to himself...
"Momma! Just what are you implying about me and my brudder Mo?!"
"I...eh...urm...that Jacques nearly found out about your plans to take over the world...?"
Acanoffleas eyes shift nervously as she backs away from the cage.
Mo scurries away to burrow in the hay, and Bear turns to the pellet bowl. But quickly, he turns back:
"Just kiddin, momma."
Mortar overheard the whole thing, and he whispered to me:
"Mum, they're full of hot air. Trust me. I hear it all the time. The poots, that is. Bear poots all the time."
Meanwhile, Mason communicates with his downstairs brothers mainly by banging the barn doors:
And Bear and Mo bang right back:
It creates quite the ruckus, which typically spooks Jacques into his pigloo. In fact, his favorite game to play right now is Turtle:
All in all, though, we're settling into a rhythm. Five happy piggies (two potentially which are plotting to take over the world), one crazy cat, and a contented momma and poppa.
In other news, it's been awhile since I've painted. Life has been busy, and I haven't really had it in me to get back into my studio to paint. I started a portrait of all five of my boys a few months ago. And then we lost Brick. I finally finished sketching it about a week ago:
Mortar, Brick, Bear, Mo, Mason
It'll probably take me awhile to start painting it. It makes me sad, in a way, but also makes me feel good in another. I suppose it's another way of mourning. Jacques will eventually get his own.