We’ve been busy with the book… We are sorry for letting this blog empty, but we hope of coming back. Some day. No more promises. 😦
But today I would like to wish a late happy birthday to Data, who turned 3 on 15th of October.
From a psychotherapist point of view, I may say he overcome pretty well the trauma of the 4 months spent in the pet shop in a very small cage along with some bunnies.
From a normal, jealous guinea pig point of view I really don’t understand why the human female insists on saying that he is the sweetest piggy. But let’s keep it positive, after all it was his birthday…
He received a very nice box as a gift. A box with two exits. A little bit unpleasant for him as he had now reason to chew a second exit. But he still enjoyed the box.
And Spock was very attentive and protective and went inside the first to check the safety of that box.
Well, next birthday is the one of Worf. I look forward to see what he will receive. I might want to check it first.
Due to repeated issues with home deliveries via DHL, the HF decided to have the new order delivered at her office. I think she somehow underestimated the dimensions of the parcel and had the idea that it will be easy to transport home.
Well, surprise, surprise! The parcel was delivered yesterday and it was huge. I mean really really huge. 10 kilos of hay, two bags of a special dry food to help Worf poop better and 4 packs of puppy pads can’t fit in a small box. You should have seen the face of the HF! She had to find a solution to store those things away from the eyes of her colleagues and guests from work. How could one justify the presence of so much hay in a lobby consultancy?!
She managed somehow to fit everything under her desk and already brought home one pack of 5 kilos of hay, but the other one is still under her desk. And it smells. OK, it is not a bad smell. But it smells like hay in a place where there should be no hay. Hopefully no one will realise from where this comes from before the second pack of hay leaves the office this evening.
The funny part was that she had to drag that pack of hay in a caddy and pass by the crèche to pick the little rascal too. Imagine how the other parents were looking at all that hay! I think some even asked themselves if the toddler was actually eating hay.
And this is how the hay looks like under her desk. Sorry for the poor quality.
So this is what I call dedication and a well-trained human servant!
Our humans disappointed me… Again. But I should get used with it. Just because there are no perfect humans out there. After all, they are not Guinea Pigs!
They left for Venice last week. With all the explosive hassle from Brussels, they went on with their holidays plan. Fine for me, we already said they are weird and need breaks. But they messed up our timetable. Big time!
Instead of receiving 4 fresh veggies per day in two turns, we ended up receiving only three in once. And the humans that were in charge of feeding us were as incompetent as our humans. Honestly now! They insisted on petting us. But I reacted and bit the lady. We left the 9 years old child alone, she still has a chance to turn more competent. Whatever…
The worst part is that our humans were supposed to bring us some Hard Rock Café paper bags. Apparently they took them from the shop and stored them somewhere in the luggage. But they were nowhere to be found once they got home! So, just imagine this: they tell us that there are some bags for us and then, suddenly, there is none. Disappointing!
And this week the HM is at home. He pretends to being sick so he doesn’t really cuddle us. Really?! He coughs a little and has to blow his nose every now and then. This is not an excuse…
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go be disappointed in my own wood house.