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.

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Spock's tales

I’m quite fine

Oh, boy! I had some ruff weeks!

It all started with some dental issues and a trip to the vet. One week after an abscess popped out. The humans went crazy thinking it may be a tumour, but finally it proved to be something lighter. I had a surgery and then returned home.

Honestly, I thought that having your mouth wide opened under anaesthesia was the worst ever. But apparently is worst to have a muscle and the skin cut open and someone scratching inside all the way to the bone to clean out puss. Especially when the muscle must not close and they stitch it wide open in a weird fashion.

The human female almost faded when she first saw me after the surgery. Imagine that! A pregnant human female fading at the vet. I was not in the mood for laughing at that point, but few days after I had a good laugh remembering this.

I was rushed at home. The human female moved really fast and changed all the puppy pads in my room. She also popped up a fence between in the middle of the big room I was sharing with Data and we got separated.

Apparently I was really looking like just escaped from a horror movie. The humans were shivering only at the sight of my left side. I have some bloody photos, but I’ll keep them for me. Just the toddler seemed not that impressed. But she kept repeating that I have a thing on my face. To be honest, I was too groggy to even care.

The next two days the human female worked from home just to keep a close eye on me. And she used this time wisely for freaking out for various reasons: I was not eating 12 hours after the surgery, I was not eating hay 24 hours after, I was not looking too well, I was not doing that and that… Well, women!, try to get a surgery in your face and have open access from the outside to your mandibular and then we’ll see if you would be in the mood for this and that!

The worst part, except for her watching me that closely, was that she had to insert some rinsing liquids inside my incision. Not fun at all! Not a big pain, but I do not like to be restrained in a towel. So it was always a fight. Luckily it only lasted for 5 days.

Just to give you a report on what to expect when you have surgery anywhere near your mouth, look how long it takes to get back on track. Eating veggies – up to 24-36h after the surgery. Keep giving us Critical Care. Eating pellets – same. Don’t expect huge quantities. We start with little. We are usually in pain and the effort of chewing is exhausting. With the hay is more problematic because usually we are not able to stretch our necks to get to the manger. So just put hay on the floor or in a paper bag and we will try. It takes up to 3 days to restart chewing it. (Neck muscles are connected with those helping in chewing. So it hurts!)

And get ready for some irony from your humans once you are over it. I mean, in my case it was like this… After I started eating normally, the human male kept telling me that for that amount of money he could have shaved me better. The human female kept counting the pellets I was eating and after 5-7 days told me that my appetite it’s bigger than Kirk’s. OMG! How can you say something like that?!

I got back with Data 10 days after the surgery, when my incision was already closed and it was clear I was eating and pooping well, so no need to monitor the number of pellets I had, nor the poops I produced. I still have to recover some weight, but I am on the right track. I still don’t get any cereals because Data may get too fat from them. I still need to grow some hair on the left side of my face, but it’s already better. And I still have some doses of antibiotics to take.

Almost three weeks after, I’m fine. Shaved in a weird manner, but fine. 😀

But we still need to wait and see how it will work with no antibiotic pumped daily into my body.

And some photos…

Few days after the surgery when I was already looking less horror.

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In my paper bag (I used to rustle it a lot during the night so the human male could not sleep. 😀

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Reunite with Data

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And the proof that I am eating hay

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See you!

Data's tales, Uncategorized

This Spock will drive us crazy

data_profile_2It’s been two weeks from our last post and much happened with Spock in the meanwhile. And it’s still not over.

He started eating veggies for few days, but it was obvious something was still bothering him. We all supposed it’s just due to the psychological trauma. He was not touching the hay, although it was clear he would love to. The humans tried some fancy hay in fancy paper bags and still nothing.

His birthday passed uncelebrated, but filled with worries.

Two days after it, last Friday evening, the human female took him out for a check-up, including weight. And she noticed a lump on his jaw, on the left side of his head. That was a horrible moment. She immediately called the veterinary clinic and took an emergency appointment with our vet who, fortunately, had consultations on Saturday too.

The vet was shocked to see him, as she thought he was on his way to recovery. And the option she gave for the lump were not the brightest… Either a tumour, either an abscess. If an abscess (a better news than a tumour), still the chances of a full recovery were not 100%. He got an appointment for Tuesday for anaesthesia, x-ray and surgery, if it was prove to be an abscess.

We’ve spent Saturday afternoon being gloomy. The worst of us was the human female who was crying and sobbing all the time. Spock went once again on Critical Care and lots of TLC.

Sunday evening it seemed like the whole house made peace with the situation. And we were decided to make the best of it. If it was a tumour, everyone was decided to take care of him as good as we could until it wouldn’t be possible anymore. If it proved to be an abscess, to give him the best shot and surgery.

In the meanwhile the human female made a lot of research, got in contact with a second vet and hoped it was an abscess.

Spock spent Tuesday morning in the office with the human female. He looked better after some normal feeds of Critical Care and even gained weight. Because he was quite scared in an unknown environment, he spent around two hours on the human female’s lap being very calm and relaxed.

At 11 am he went under anaesthesia. At 3 pm the news were pretty good, that the surgery went well. Well, if it was a surgery than for sure it wasn’t a tumour!

The human female went to pick him up and had a debriefing with the vet. It was a nasty abscess, hidden behind the muscle. Unfortunately the cause was not obvious, so the vet could say what was the source. But she managed to clean it well, left the incision opened (even stitched the muscle to stay opened at least 5 days) so it can be cleaned daily at home.

Spock looked awful. The human female turned white when she first saw him. And he was more like a veggie.

Once at home, he was isolated from me. This I don’t really understand, but as long as I can see him and sniff him through the fence, it’s fine. Apparently they need to keep an eye on how much he eats exactly.

The human female spent the next two days working from home just to stay close to him and make sure he manages to survive. First day when she had to flush the wound, she was literally freaking out. But she managed. Today was the third time and she seemed better prepared already.

Spock started chewing veggies less than 24h after the surgery, but no hay. Until this morning when we saw him delicately munching some. We all stopped breathing and became very quiet just not to distract him.

I would say that he is not cleared yet, but we are optimistic. We are still afraid for him, but we hope he will make a full recovery. And we also hope he understands he needs to eat hay! It’s a must for keeping his teeth well. I keep telling him this… He looks normal, not shaggy and miserable anymore.

I’m not going to share a photo with his head as it looks right now as it is not at all flattering. But I’ll share a photo of him on the lap of the human female.

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Happy birthday Spock! Live long and prosper!

(I’ve heard the humans would like to move into another appartment. You need to be healthy so we can pee together all over the floor. 😀 )

Wof's tales

Spock is better, but not fine

worf_profile_2This little brat will drive us all crazy! Honestly now, he is the only one with real health issues.

Epilepsy seizure, seborrheic cyst, teeth in need for trimming… Yeah, I know, nothing really life threatening but still enough to make us all pale and worried for him. And please imagine a black shiny coated piggy like me turning pale. Horrific!

So last Friday Spock went to the vet for a check given that he had stopped eating for few days. His discomfort when trying to eat was so obvious that the vet decided to trim his teeth immediately. Fine for us. We had been waiting patiently and worried at home. I had to calm down Data…

He came home later in the day looking like he wanted to kill us all. And very miserable. Of course he was not able to share anything with us due to the jaw pain.

The humans gave him pain killers for 3 days and everything seemed to be better. He started eating and everything seemed to be fine. Until Wednesday evening when once again he seemed to have issues eating. So starting Thursday morning he is once again on pain killers. One little junky we have here…

Our vet is on holidays. Actually mainly his vet, as she rarely sees us. (She never met Kirk!) She will be back on Monday. Hopefully he will be better and in no need for going back to see her. If not, we will stress once again.

This is a photo of Spock from the back, in case you were curious.

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Spock's tales, Uncategorized

Checking on her

spock_profile_2Our humans leave the house every week day in the morning saying they go to work because they need money to provide for us. I really don’t think that our groceries are that expensive, but let’s say that I believe their excuses. Still we were curious where does she work and what is she doing the whole day. So we came up with an ingenious plan to check on her, taking advantage of the fact that our vet is near her office.

First thing, one of us had to pretend being sick. I mean you don’t just go to the vet and pay € 40 to have a chit chat about the weather. As we are not at all good actors, we were just waiting for a minor thing to show up so we could make a big deal out of it and require a trip to the vet. I know, a little bit cruel from us, but we had to do it.

I was the chosen one. By the faith or by the all-mighty-guinea-pig-god-in-whom-I-do-not-believe. A small fatty lump grew on my back and I somehow had to pretend to stay still and let the HF find it. She was shocked and hyperventilating for a moment, but then all her good sense came back and she assessed it might be only a fatty lump. So let’s not panic, but let’s have an appointment with the vet.

The Z day was a rainy one (no surprise for Belgium!). The HM had the honour to transport me to the HF office and then I had the second part of the trip in her company. We’ve waited a little to the vet and this was a good opportunity to hear dogs barking and cats meowing. I am grateful we don’t have such companions in the house! Anyway, to calm me down, she took me out of my transport box and cuddled me for about 10 minutes. It was quite nice. At home I am too busy with Data, but there I had the time to let her do it…

Then the vet saw me and confirmed what I already knew: that I was a healthy boy and that lump was nothing to worry about. The HF paid and off we went to her office to wait for my private transporter to come and pick me.

While I was waiting, I was placed on the HF desk and she cuddled me more. She also introduced me to her colleagues and took photos of me sitting quietly on her desk.

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From my part, I had the opportunity to realise that she is not super busy at work so she should not complain of being tired at home! Moreover, I really believe there is something missing from her desk: some guinea pig poop. But I like that she has photos of us close to her. And her job seems boring, so I rather let her work and us to stay home and enjoy life.

Have you ever visited your humans at work?

Spock's tales

Big brother

spock_profile_2Our life changed a lot since the little human rascal joined our home. She is a very demanding creature that takes a lot from the time our hf used to spend with us. But she’s lucky that she’s super cute. And that she follows my steps exactly. 😀

You know, the humans have this weird thing of trying to realize with whom does the baby resemble. Mainly it is about physical aspects, but some of them are that crazy that go deeper and try to figure it out also in terms of personality. Well… In our family the adults don’t seem to be that crazy (in this particular case!) because they don’t even bother to check and compare her little face with those of the other family members. Of course, grandparents do this and each of them believes it resembles with them, but they don’t live with us so we don’t have to listen to them every day.

So, our humans don’t really care if she has the eyes of the father or the mouth of the mother (she “speaks” a lot though…). But, in terms of personality, they’ve noticed without effort that she resembles with ME! Yes, with ME, Spock, the crazy little piggy! Well, I do not believe I’m crazy, but they think I am. In a funny, positive way of course. Coming back to the little rascal, apparently she is as super active as I am and she can’t stay still for a moment. And none of the adults were like this as babies. She climbs everywhere, dives in our huge hay bag, spreads around our (clean) pads etc. She even chews on papers and cables.

Now I must say I am very proud of her. And of me, of course! Because I’ve managed to be a good influence in her life, to teach her a lot of good things (how to still things from the others included 😀 ). After all, I am one of the four big brothers in the house.

But all this comes with a down side also… Between Christmas and beginning of January she was at home. All day long. Thanks to the-all-mighty-guinea-pig-god that the adults also! And she loves to watch us and be close to us. She is not yet allowed to touch us. So she was just always pulling the fence of our pen and creating holes through which Kirk and Worf could have fallen. Christmas day in the evening – the hf was literally in our pens trying to secure them.

You would think that solved the issue… But no! The little rascal found the door to our pen (the one that allows Data and I to get on the couch) and learned how to get inside. She even stole a chunk of fennel! To give us back our privacy, the hf was forced to close that door. Imagine that! The door was closed to prevent someone to get in, not because we could get out! Amazing… Thanks to the same all-mighty-guinea-pig-god that when the holidays were over the door was opened once again.

Now, we have a lot of photos proving all that I’m saying, but we made a pact not to put her little face on the Internet yet. So you will have to believe me based on this very shady photo.

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Spock's tales

We are back!

spock_profile_2At least, I hope so…

Our past weeks were very hectic, mainly due to the humans’ state of mind. The hf especially needed a lot of support and assistance. I know they are here to serve us, but somehow we are emotionally attached to her and we felt the need of helping them get through a tough period.

What happened?! The hf went back to work and the baby was put in a day care. You can just imagine the amount of separation anxiety existing in our house. We hoped our lives will somehow get back to normal starting 1st of September and that we would have more time to use the laptop… But, instead, we had to come up with plans to keep her sane, to instruct the hm how he could help and to train the human baby (hb from now on) to be more independent faster.

We did a good job with the hb. It took us a while to decide who should be the main influence in her life, but at some point we realized we could take turns depending on the period.  Given the fact that getting mobile should be a priority for her, I got the chance to be the first mentor. And this is how we’ve got a 5 months old baby that gets more and more independent, crawls and even chit chats sometimes.

Regarding the adults, I can say that we are now closer to a rhythm and the hf seems better although she keeps complaining that her life is on fast forward lately. She got back to having breakfast with us in the morning, cleaning our rooms in the evening and even cuddling us. This is actually funny because she waits for the baby to fall asleep at around 8pm and then comes fast to play with us.

Except for this very busy part of our lives in which we play the therapist, we somehow managed to keep an eye on social media. And it was with great sadness that we found out of the death of HRH King Arlo. We were shocked and we would like to extend our condolences to his family.

Also, we would like to send our positive thoughts and wish the best to Twinkie, Fluffy, Kiwi and their humans.

Now, trying to put aside this sad note, just look what a nice pillow a piece of cucumber can be. The secret is to carve it in a fashionable way.

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