Guinea Pigs' lifestyle

Archy & Kirk: so far, so good

Saturday it was a big day in the house: Archy moved in the main pen with the others.

Ms M decided it was time to have the full gang in the middle of the house and, as Archy seems to be in good physical health, he was moved in the living room. Ho got the ancien spot of Kirk, Kirk moved where Worf used to live and the white boys are still where they like it best.

The point was to have Kirk and Archy one next to each other so they could get friendly. And not to have Archy next to Spock, as the last one is a little bit sensitive (please read “crazy”). Also, another goal is to use Archy with living with two toddlers and two adults.

So, Archy got The Spot! The corner pen from where he can watch the house. The down side is that everyone passes by to get to the kitchen or to come to the living room. So he runs and hide every single time. But he seems more and more relaxed, although there is a long way ahead before he will get used with all the movement in the house.

Kirk was a little bit vexed by the fact that his pen went smaller again, but happy to finally meet Archy in person. And, incredibly, he seems calmer and less jealous.

In three days there was no teeth chattering! Just sniffing and a great desire from Archy’s part to chew the grid and get to Kirk. 😀 The two boys are event chit chatting at the fence. And they eat together.

The plan is to wait few more days and then to start taking them out together in a neutral space. Under supervision, of course. The human are also waiting for Kirk’s sutures to resorb in order to avoid accidents.

 

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Guinea Pigs' lifestyle

Well trained piggy slave

7:10 am. Ms M gets out of the bedroom.

As soon as Archy spots her, he starts wheeking. Not very difficult to spot her, as his pen is right next to the door. So, he starts wheeking. Softly in the beginning, louder and louder after all.

Ms M rushes to the veggie shelf, grabs an apple and a red paprika, cuts each of them in four chunks and rushes back to Archy’s pen with them. Meanwhile the bigger toddler already woke up due to the wheeking, but she fell back asleep.

After feeding Archy, Ms M goes to the other three. They wheek, but not that loud.

Kirk sniffs the apple and the pepper and doesn’t seem impressed. Not only this, but he places himself at the fence with a begging face.

Definitely Ms M is impressed and goes grab the celery to give him something he likes. Poor guy, not even a week ago he was on a surgery! He needs to be spoiled.

Finally, some pellets and hay and the piggies are quiet again.

Time to wake up the toddlers!

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Guinea Pigs' health

Sad, sad Kirk

Kirk had a surgery yesterday for the removal of a mammary tumor. The intervention went well and we all hope e had an early catch and it will not develop further complications.

This was his third visit to the vet, the second one being the pre-op check up. So we can imagine why he is not really used with the drill. (We actually hope this will not become a habit.)

Mr G brought him home yesterday evening around 7 and since then he is just… sad. 😦

img_20180531_073612Ms M cuddled him a bit after the little brat, pardon me! I meant “sweet toddler”, went to bed, and he had some pellets. But still he prefers not to move and lais still in a pancake shape on the floor. Veggies don’t tempt him.

The good news is that he poops and pees.

Meanwhile, Ms M is going crazy. Although she knows his behaviour is normal, she would love to see him eating. (Losing some weight won’t harm him either. Au contraire!) Thanks all gods Mr G installed a web cam so she can check on Kirk from work.

What we found out about the mammary tumor from our vet:

  • If caught and removed early, great chances for another few healthy years.
  • Usually, metastasis is slow and goes to the lungs. If caugth early, chances are no metastasis would happen.
  • He had an X-Ray which was clean. Anyway, on an X-Ray one can see only the tumors bigger than 0.5 cm. So a clean X-Ray doesn’t mean there is nothing there.

And no worries, Kirk is on pain killers for the next days. We just think he suffer like a real man. Or at least we hope he will not get a major psychological trauma.

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guinea pigs tales

Update on The Gang

So, here we go again. This time with no resolution or promise to write more often.

What has been going on with us? Aside from Worf passing away… 😦

img_20180517_165538Data has teeth issues. Finally our new vet pointed out some lack of vitamine C. Now he is on a daily dose of vitamine C, some homeopathic pills for joints to help with his jaw and lot of cuddles.

He also had bumble foot, but Traumeel did the trick. No laser therapy needed this time. And he now spends his days on a VetBed.

Spock is his usual crazy self. Chasing Data around. His (presumably) seborrheic cyst grew larger and our new vet said she would like to take a look, but later as it is no emergency.

Both of them are so zen with the two toddlers in the house that even when Bubble jumps form the back of the couch right near them, they don’t even blink.

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img_20180519_190640Kirk is on diet. Apparently he is a little bit too heavy. And, as he has too a lack of vitamine C, his joints should be spared of the burden of carrying 1.3 kg. So no more dried food for him because it has too much sweeteners.

He also has a lump on his belly. More exactly it is a breast tumor of an unknown nature, but the X-ray didn’t show any metastasis, so far so good. It will be removed on Wednesday.

img_20180523_161610Archy is the new boy in the gang. We brought him home on the 5th May and he comes from a family that thought a pet is a nice present for a kid. When the kid got bored, the family had an issue.

For the moment he is in quarantine in our hall way. This position allows him to participate to the family life and get used with the little biped brats. He is more at ease with us now, not running anymore for his life when we get close to him. And he is the loudest wheeker ever! First thing in the morning he wheeks for food.

Hopefully we will get our big fat assess back on this blog. 😀 If not, we are on Facebook.

Kirk's tales

Late Happy birthday! for Data

kirk_profile_2We’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.

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Well, next birthday is the one of Worf. I look forward to see what he will receive. I might want to check it first.

Kirk's tales, Uncategorized

It smells like hay spirit!

kirk_profile_2Due 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.

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So this is what I call dedication and a well-trained human servant!

Kirk's opinions about humans, Kirk's tales, Uncategorized

She’s losing it!

kirk_profile_2Our 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.

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