guinea pigs tales

Some kind of a balance

We’ve been informed by our hf that it would be polite to write some whishes at the end of the year. But we also feel we should make some kind of a balance for 2014…

So, we had a great year. We’ve launched ourselves in blogging and made ourselves a Facebook page. Two new boars joined the gang and Spock and Data decided to move in together. The whole gang moved in a bigger house ad we hope to have a garden with fresh grass for the summer.

Yeah, not everything was perfect! We had to visit the vet several times for lice and epilepsy, the only one spared from seing the doctor being Kirk.

But we had awesome time sleeping, pooping and eating! We hope you all had a great year and we wish a better one for 2015!

happy new year

Happy New Year!

Live long and prosper!

Data's tales

Fluffiness is a state of mind

guinea_pigs_tales_Data_profileTwo days ago the hf started happily screaming and shouting something about some snow. Honestly, I had no idea what is she talking about because I have never seen snow in my life. Last year I spent the winter in a pet shop and they didn’t show me much from the outside world. So I couldn’t understand why she was so happy…

Then she showed me some white stuff on the ground in the garden. Of course, from behind the window… To me it looked just like some frozen rain and the other boys assured me it was only that. But apparently she goes crazy every time it snows in Belgium, which happens like once per year. So I think we are safe for the rest of the season!

Why I told you about the snow?! Because only the thought of frozen water and getting wet made me a little bit chill. And not only me. The rest of the gang feels the same. So, given the fact that the hf took a week of vacation to study for some strange language class (Dutch!!! When she should learn our language!) and she is at home with the radiator on, we took advantage of the situation, got fluffy ant went to sleep. We can pretend it’s cold inside and there is a lot of snow around just because our bedding is white…


Spock's tales

Christmas gifts

guinea_pigs_tales_spock_profileIn this period of the year the majority of humans around us seems super busy with something they call Christmas celebration. Still, our hf looked chilled and not being too much into this. Now, to be honest with you, we don’t really get this religious stuff, but we definitely got the part that involves presents. And we looked forward to seeing what we would get…

We were expecting something like small treats or a day in the house or some fresh grass. But the hf had some crazy ideas regarding the enlargement of Kirk’s and Worf’s rooms because she noticed that the first one had not enough space for running like crazy and racing. So, on the 23rd of December, when any normal Christian human was chasing gifts for other humans, our hf was calling all the special printing shops in town to check for some coroplast sheets. Finally she found them and went to pick them up.

Initially she planned on doing the works next week while she would be on vacation. But she realized the hm won’t be around and her big belly is an obstacle. So on Tuesday evening the hm was forced to help in building bigger rooms for Kirk and Worf. I suppose he had other plans, but the look on her face suggested that resistance was futile. The house was turned upside down, Kirk and Worf got floor time and the humans started folding and cutting coroplast. I must admit the hf already has experience with this and everything went fast.

For us there was no big change just that our pen moved closer to the wall. With us inside! Not super funny, but we survived. Regarding Kirk and Worf, do not imagine the humans doubled the size of their rooms, but let’s just say that Kirk has a little bit more space for his big, fluffy bum.


On the other hand, Worf looks even smaller in his bigger room.


I and Data thought we will not get anything, but we were fine with the idea. I mean, from time to time, one must sacrifice for the others. The hf thought of building a top floor for us, but then she realized it will be more difficult to clean, especially that now she has a big belly and soon she will also have a bipod pooping machine around. As I said, we totally understand. We already have a big room and plenty of space for running around and popcorning.

But a nice surprise was in line for us also and on Thursday morning, after the hf did some adjustments to our improved penthouse: we received a basket with treats! To be honest, we don’t really like processed food, but the willow basket is very tasty.

data_spock_basketWe hope you also received nice gifts in this period. 🙂


Kirk's tales

Rumour has it…

guinea_pigs_tales_profile_kirkFirst of all, we are kind of sick of the long names we have to write when we refer to our humans. So Data proposed to use abbreviations. Or acronyms… As of today the human female will be hf and the human male will be hm. No capital letters needed as we haven’t decided yet if they deserve the or not.

Now, going back to our business for today, rumour has it that the hf has some crazy ideas regarding our penthouse. Apparently she is out of ideas concerning the decorations of their environment and considers doing something to our rooms. I just hope she won’t ruin what we already have because she has a great talent to this. Ruining, not building!

So, she was talking with the hm yesterday evening and told him she thinks of adding a kind of top floor to Spock & Data’s huge room and enlarging my own room. She is not very convinced with the top floor, but my room has, for sure, to get bigger as my but is the biggest one in the gang and I need more space to be able to appropriately display my beautiful bum.

But everything depends on finding the coroplast. Last time she bought it from a special shop and now she is trying to find out if those humans open their shop in this period of the year. The hf has a quiet period at work and she could go and get the coroplast. More, she has one week of vacation and she could spend that time doing the works. Is just that the hm will be out of country and I am afraid she can’t really handle the task. But let’s hope she won’t tear apart the current settings before making sure the new one is working.

Also, a lot depends on how well she will manage to fit in some puppy pads in our bedding set up. I’ve heard she ordered some in order to place them in the spots where we pee most and, instead of changing the whole bedding every two days, to change only those pads often. We’ll see and we’ll keep you posted.

As you can see, we are super busy supervising all this and making sure nothing goes wrong… Look, this is me being super busy!


Wof's tales

And it was my first B-day…

My dears, I really apologise for yesterday but I was hangover due to too many pellets. I barely could move…

Now, do not worry! Nothing serious happened, just that so much food made me sleepy. And, even though I haven’t ate everything, just the thought of having so many pellets made me tired. Just because I had to cope with the urge of eating them all at ones… But I went for the wiser option, kept calm and had them in small amounts during the whole day. But enough with these pellets! They were not everything that happened on Sunday.

The celebration day started with the regular Sunday weighting (I know, no fun at all!) and with a complete cleaning of our rooms. The human female fed us and this was when I’ve got a bowl full of pellets instead of only one spoon. But not only me: the other three also benefited from the same treatment. Just look at Kirk how lazy he got! And the white part of the gang had some priceless looks when interupted.



In the afternoon I’ve got some floor time with Kirk. And a huge paper bag to play in. Filled with hay! Of course, the human female was in charge of taking photos.


After the play time in the big bag, I’ve got to cuddle in the new anorak and I must say the colour suits me well. I think the human managed to take some of the few photos where my eyes are differentiating from the rest of my shiny fur. After all, I am photogenic.


Now we are looking forward for Kirk’s birthday (over one month) and Spock’s one (1st of February). Unfortunately, after that, we would need to wait another 8 months and a half for the next celebration…

Data's tales

Happy birthday, Worf!

guinea_pigs_tales_Data_profileToday is Worf’s birthday. The one approximated by our humans after complex calculations… So, happy birthday dear Worf!

As I met him first and we also shared a room for a while, it is my duty to write something about him. Also, I think it’s a nice gesture given the fact that we need to mark the moment and Worf is too tired after the yesterday’s celebration. Because we’ve celebrated yesterday, as it was Sunday and humans were around.

Now I wonder what should I write about him?! I think everybody knows already that he is shyer than the rest of us, loves to cuddle in soft anoraks and is pellets addicted. We shared a small cage in the pet shop, I’ve tried to teach him how to impose himself in front of rabbits with no success and we came together in The Gang due to the fact that the human male fell for Worf’s white bum and decided I could no longer live in a pet shop.

Worf is a little geek who loves living on his own, although he doesn’t seem disturbed by sharing some floor time with Kirk. They even get along just fine, but sharing the same room may be problematic. He also loves to hide in blankets and other soft spots and refuses to leave the human female anorak whenever he gets there. Oh, and he is the only one who can stay one hour cuddling without peeing and pooping.

I’ll go check on him now and see if he could tell you how he partied all day long yesterday. But not before showing you a photo of Worf exploiting the human male and his laptop.


(FYI: We don’t know any of our birthdays, but the humans think we should all have a day of celebration per year. So, based on our weight and the stories told in the pet shops, we all got an approximate date of birth.)

Spock's tales

Christmas photo session (part II)

guinea_pigs_tales_spock_profileShe tricked us! Honestly, she did it and we took the bait as two blond white piggies that we are… But let’s start with the beginning.

All her weird ideas about how she would like us to be part of a photo session with Santa’s hat and other props made us almost run away from home. Only the cold and the frightening thought of not having fresh veggies twice per day made us stay. Finally, last Sunday when she declared it was high time to proceed, we did what we do best: went crazy and prevented the catch.

But, she learned that if she convinces one of us to get on the couch, the other one would follow. As taking us on the table for a proper photo session was out of the question, she set the props on the couch and tricked us with some pellets to come out. We fought our instincts, but I have no idea what they put in those pellets that made us go like we were addicted.

So, we’ve got on the couch chasing the pellets and we discovered a mauve blanket, a white paper gift bag and a silverfish garland. We also saw the photo camera, but we choose to ignore it. And when we realized we’d been tricked, we also acted against that camera and decided to show only our butt to the camera. Yeah, mean, but we have nice bums, so after all the photos turned out to be funny.

When the pellets were over, Data tried to taste the garland. Apparently it was tasty enough and he did more than tasting, but the human intervened and tried to explain it was not healthy to eat plastic. I must admit I haven’t tried it given the fact that in my tumultuous past I had a stomach issue due to the ingestion of a plastic label.


After all, the human female got some photos with us in a Christmas set, although not very fancy. But it will do the trick for this time. Now we are waiting to see what kind of tree she will put up because we’ve heard she has some other weird idea…

Oh, I almost forgot! After the photo session we’ve got the bag in our room! And we’ve got to keep it for two days, until we peed on it and made it gross. We were super happy and took turns to sleep inside. And you can imagine that the hay from the bag was tastier than the one from the manger.