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.



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.


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?

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.