Wednesday, May 28, 2008
By Leah McNeil
Leah loves guinea pigs more than chocolate. Share in her adventures of guinea pig ownership.
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Photos Courtesy Leah McNeil
Princess Snowflake posing for a pigture.
The Princess playing in her fresh hay.
It was a Sunday afternoon and the Princess was doing her usual eating, pooping and, you know, just generally enjoying life. Sunday is by far her most favorite day of the wheek because she gets full pig service. This means that I spend about two hours cleaning and taking care of all of her pigly needs. The Princess can always tell when it's time for full pig service, because I get everything ready before I take her out of the cage. I take her fresh bedding to the garage, along with a big trash bag so I can dump her old bedding, and I pull out the fresh bag of timothy hay. Then, I take her food dish, water bottles, pigloo and toys out of her cage. The Princess starts getting really excited because she knows that it’s almost “that time.”
I've had to be really careful getting her out of her cage lately, because sometimes she acts so crazy and wild, especially when she wants out. She's a jumper and has started this bad habit of jumping on my right hand and trying to crawl up my arm. I call her my little monkey now because she looks like she's trying to climb up a tree. The preferred way to pick up a guinea pig is to pick her up with one hand and then give her bottom some support with the other hand, but Princess Snowflake doesn't seem to be very interested in that. She just wants out – right now!
I wait for her to go potty before I get her out of the cage. Sometimes, she refuses to go, but I tell her, "I'll wait, Miss Princess. I've got all day." That's right. I can be just as stubborn as the Princess. Like mother, like daughter, they say. Eventually, she'll go potty and then I let her run free! She, of course, goes nuts because she loves a fresh, clean cage. What piggie wouldn't?
Next, I go out to the garage and dump her old bedding and wipe down her cage. Meanwhile, I'll come back into the apartment every couple of minutes just to make sure she's not up to something. She's usually just running around, talking to herself, probably saying something like, "Geeez...How long does it take a slave to clean a cage?" as she sighs to herself. Yeah, yeah, yeah, rush the poor, old slave.
During floortime, she's been running around a lot more and I know it's because she's trying to get in shape for her big wedding day with the handsome Teddy Bear – not to mention that pig-kini weather is right around the corner. I ordered her wedding veil last wheek, so that's on the way. And this wheekend, I'm taking her to Pigtoria's Secret so she can pick out her honeymoon attire and other bare essentials. I wonder where Teddy is taking her for their honeymoon. Hmm...
Anyway, after I clean her cage, I put fresh, new bedding in it and fresh food and water and timothy hay. Then, I put the Princess back in her cage. At this point, she is dying to get into that fresh cage, so I don't even have to chase her around the apartment. Then I change her towels in her free range area where I keep her cuddle cup, wooden hidey place and pigloo. And last but not least, I change the towels and the hay in her two small travel carriers that I leave on the floor, so she can run in and out of them at her leisure. Once she hears me putting more hay in the carriers, she starts begging me to let her out of her cage again. She's just dying to get to that fresh hay, even though she has plenty in her cage. She's so rotten! So, then, I let her out and she runs straight to the first carrier and starts munching away. Yum! Yum! And she looks so cute. Sooo, well, you know what I had to do, right? Yep, I picked up the camera and started taking pigtures, of course! Meanwhile, the Princess thinks to herself, "It should be a crime being this beautiful...Wheeek!"
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