Hey, everyone! Cinnamon here.
I'm taking a break from helping Rainy write Dangers, to vent about our current situation.
I'm soooo frustrated. My owner can't find a place to board us when she goes on Christmas vacation! There is a place that seems like boarding heaven. Veggies daily, Oxbow/KMS hayloft pellets, timothy hay, a C&C cage, that seems amazing, just like the price. But it is too far away, over an hour's drive. So I'll have to settle for no veggies daily, for just under 4x the price.
My owner really wants to go on vacation, but I feel really bad. We're preventing her from traveling. Our normal pet sitter is going on vacation as well, so we don't have a pet sitter. My owner has been asking around to see if anyone does guinea pig boarding, but the prices are crazy expensive. And our owner is NOT willing to pay a thousand dollars to board us at a place that might not even give us veggies!
What you should look for when looking for a place to board your pigs:
Your pigs should not be housed in a cage with other pigs
veggies daily
Good quality pellets
Water changed daily
Monday, November 23, 2015
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Dangers Chapter 3 by the puzzled guinea pig
Cinnamon opened her eyes. She was still in the box. Voices were outside the box. She heard the clanking of metal and wire outside the box. She heard footsteps pounding closer, closer, closer, to the box. Cinnamon stood, rigid with fear. The box was kicked over. Cinnamon fell over, belly up. She fought to stand up. Suddenly, the box was tipped back upright.
Voices were outside. Cinnamon froze with fear as the top of the box was opened. She was given a bowl of food. "Yuck!" Cinnamon gagged at the smell, looking in the bowl.
That was rat food. And Cinnamon was a guinea pig. Did these people know nothing? Inside the bowl was a mix of artificial colored bits, seeds, and pellets. Guinea pigs were supposed to have plain pellets. Timothy hay based plain pellets.
Cinnamon was taken out of the box and placed in a small 3.5 square foot cage. It was twice the size of the fish tank. Better, but Cinnamon knew that she needed more space. In Petco, she'd heard about the legendary C&C cages. These cages were huge! They apparently gave pigs a lot of space to popcorn and run laps in.
Be grateful for what you have. Cinnamon's mother's scent overwhelmed Cinnamon's nostrils. Cinnamon remembered her mother had died in the guinea pig mill. She'd had little to no food. She eventually died giving birth to Cinnamon's stillborn littermate.
"I'm sorry." Cinnamon said. The cage was lifted in the air and placed inside a room. She was left alone. She hurried into a hidey. "I wish that I had a friend here." She thought out loud.
Cinnamon muttered under her breath. She was thirsty. At least there was a decent water bottle. She chewed on the tip. Clean, fresh, water flowed into her mouth. She silently gave thanks for the fact that there was water there.
Red things were tossed in her cage. She came out of her hut, and sniffed the red things. Cinnamon had never seen these things.
"Those are peppers, Cinnamon." Cinnamon's father's scent flooded Cinnamon's nose.
"You... passed?" Cinnamon asked her father.
"Went to a home that gave me veggies, but not vet care." Cinnamon's father said.
Cinnamon purred, amused.
"But bell peppers are good. Try some." Cinnamon's father encouraged Cinnamon.
"I've never had them before."
"I know. Try them. If you don't like them, then you don't have to eat them again."
Cinnamon heard her mother's voice. "Just take a small bite."
Cinnamon took a small bite. Juicy. Cinnamon swiped her tongue over her teeth. Pretty good. Cinnamon took another bite, the pepper making a crisp crunch ans she bit into it.
"I wish one of my friends, especially Rainy, was here to enjoy this with me." Cinnamon complained.
"Humans can be pretty new to guinea pigs, though. Especially when they didn't do any research beforehand." Cinnamon's mother's voice was filled with scorn and disgust. "I never wanted my children to end up in a place like this. Rat food, small cage. I wanted my pups to have a better life than me."
"This place is okay!" Cinnamon defended her owners.
Cinnamon's father nudged Cinnamon's mother. "I overheard the people talking. They said they're going to get you a friend, Cinnamon."
Voices were outside. Cinnamon froze with fear as the top of the box was opened. She was given a bowl of food. "Yuck!" Cinnamon gagged at the smell, looking in the bowl.
That was rat food. And Cinnamon was a guinea pig. Did these people know nothing? Inside the bowl was a mix of artificial colored bits, seeds, and pellets. Guinea pigs were supposed to have plain pellets. Timothy hay based plain pellets.
Cinnamon was taken out of the box and placed in a small 3.5 square foot cage. It was twice the size of the fish tank. Better, but Cinnamon knew that she needed more space. In Petco, she'd heard about the legendary C&C cages. These cages were huge! They apparently gave pigs a lot of space to popcorn and run laps in.
Be grateful for what you have. Cinnamon's mother's scent overwhelmed Cinnamon's nostrils. Cinnamon remembered her mother had died in the guinea pig mill. She'd had little to no food. She eventually died giving birth to Cinnamon's stillborn littermate.
"I'm sorry." Cinnamon said. The cage was lifted in the air and placed inside a room. She was left alone. She hurried into a hidey. "I wish that I had a friend here." She thought out loud.
Cinnamon muttered under her breath. She was thirsty. At least there was a decent water bottle. She chewed on the tip. Clean, fresh, water flowed into her mouth. She silently gave thanks for the fact that there was water there.
Red things were tossed in her cage. She came out of her hut, and sniffed the red things. Cinnamon had never seen these things.
"Those are peppers, Cinnamon." Cinnamon's father's scent flooded Cinnamon's nose.
"You... passed?" Cinnamon asked her father.
"Went to a home that gave me veggies, but not vet care." Cinnamon's father said.
Cinnamon purred, amused.
"But bell peppers are good. Try some." Cinnamon's father encouraged Cinnamon.
"I've never had them before."
"I know. Try them. If you don't like them, then you don't have to eat them again."
Cinnamon heard her mother's voice. "Just take a small bite."
Cinnamon took a small bite. Juicy. Cinnamon swiped her tongue over her teeth. Pretty good. Cinnamon took another bite, the pepper making a crisp crunch ans she bit into it.
"I wish one of my friends, especially Rainy, was here to enjoy this with me." Cinnamon complained.
"Humans can be pretty new to guinea pigs, though. Especially when they didn't do any research beforehand." Cinnamon's mother's voice was filled with scorn and disgust. "I never wanted my children to end up in a place like this. Rat food, small cage. I wanted my pups to have a better life than me."
"This place is okay!" Cinnamon defended her owners.
Cinnamon's father nudged Cinnamon's mother. "I overheard the people talking. They said they're going to get you a friend, Cinnamon."
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Dangers Chapter 2 by the Puzzled Guinea pig
Rosette thrashed in the hands of the worker. She tried to bite the worker's hands and squealed and squealed and squealed and squealed. The worker held Rosette against her chest. Rosette continued to thrash and thrash. The worker murmured something to Rosette and threw the people standing outside the cage a look.
Rosette shook her pelt out as she was placed back in the fish tank. She swore under her breath. "They messed my pelt up." she complained.
Cinnamon walked out to Rosette and nuzzled her. "I'm glad you're okay."
Rosette chattered her teeth. "They're not done yet. Get back in the hidey!" Rosette warned.
A hand reached in. Cinnamon darted in the hidey and cowered in the corner. The hideaway was picked up and Cinnamon was lifted in the air.
"Cinnamon!" Rainy cried.
Cinnamon froze, rigid with fear, as she was placed into arms.
"SQUEAK! MOVE AROUND! BITE!" Splash cried.
Cinnamon tried to move, but found out that her muscles wouldn't work. Her mind was spinning and she felt like she was going to fall.
She couldn't wheek, not to even say "good bye" when she was placed in a box. She seriously hoped that she would be in a good home, not the common home when some pig gets bought because they saw G-Force and decided that they wanted a guinea pig. A week later, the pig gets returned because the kid gets bored of the pig. Cinnamon had already had two of those homes. and in one of those homes, she had been placed in a hamster cage.
Cinnamon's world was spinning. The box was dark, and she was lonely. She was placed in the shopping cart and the cart bounced along. The sound of her old cage mates' squeaks still echoed in Cinnamon's ears. "Cinnamon,do something!" "Cinnamon, don't leave!"
Her mother's scent wrapped around Cinnamon. "Just close your eyes, you'll be all right."
Her mother's scent wrapped around Cinnamon. "Just close your eyes, you'll be all right."
"But you're dead!" Cinnamon muttered, half to herself.
"I'm always looking out for you and your siblings." Cinnamon's mother murmured.
"Come back!" Cinnamon wailed.
Cinnamon's mother touched Cinnamon's ear with her nose. "You know I would if I had the chance. I must go now."
Cinnamon's mind still reeling, Cinnamon fell asleep, but didn't shut her eyes.
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Dangers by the Puzzled Guinea Pig
Hi! This is Rainy. I'm going to tell you the story of me and Cinnamon.
CHAPTER 1
"Hi, Rainy." Cinnamon squeaked.
"Hello, Cinnamon." Rainy replied, flicking an ear.
Splash, a black, white, an light brown sow came out of the hutch. "Hello, everyone. Good morning. How was your day yesterday?' Splash asked the guineas.
"It was fine. But are you kidding me?! We're stuck in this tiny, cramped cage and you can watch my every move even if you're on the other side of the 10 gallon tank!"
Splash let out an amused purr. "That's what happens when we're at Petco. No veggies, tiny FISH tank with no ventilation..."
Cinnamon pressed her face against the cage bottom. "It still has Missy's scent." Missy was the previous guinea in the fish tank. Since the Petco employees didn't disinfect the fish tank when new guineas were put in, fights broke out because Missy had her scent all over the tank.
"I know." Rainy said, shuddering. "That was one of the worst times of my life." Missy has picked on all of the guinea pigs.
"Well, now we have Rosy to deal with." Splash said.
Cinnamon let out a small, annoyed purr. "Rosy's had a hard time. She's also my half sister, so give her a break. Plus she keeps all of us in line."
Rainy gave Cinnamon a rough lick on her ear. "What happened to her?"
Rosy lumbered out of the hidey. "I hear you guys talking about me. What's going on?" Rosy snapped.
Cinnamon and Rosy looked down at their paws. Splash was more bold. "What happened to you?"
Rosy flicked her ear. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Why are you so mean all the time?" Splash repeated.
Rainy leapt over to Splash and gave her a small nip on the ear. "Don't ask her that!" Rainy hissed.
"No, it's fine." Rosy replied.
Cinnamon lay down.
"I started out in a mill. My mother and father were cuy, so I was larger than most pups. my mother dubbed me Rosette, because of the rosette on my forehead.My name is pronounced like Rosetta but the thing on my forehead is pronounced like ro sett. The mean people thought that I would make a good mother, so they tried to breed me multiple times. I wouldn't stand for it, so they shipped me off here. I tried to get bought multiple times, because of how I look, you know, bigger,, since I'm cuy, I'm more skittish than most guinea pigs, since cuy are bred for meat and no body would buy me.
"So I got shipped over here, and I lived through Missy. That's how I got this nick on my ear. Missy wouldn't stand for my name. She said we are individuals and we should have our own names. She wanted to change my name to Sissy, because that's what I was. Her sister.
"But I refused. I loved my mother, and there was no way I was going to change the name she gave me. But Missy was the dominant one. She said I HAD to change my name or she would kill me. So that's how I ended up Rosy. Thankfully she had no idea Rosy is short for Rosette or Rossetta.
"Then, Missy got sent away. Then you guys came." Rosy's eyes glistened with pain. "I'll be sad when you guys get sent away. You guys are the closest thing to family I ever had. My mother died of pregnancy toxemia, my sister was Missy... You guys are like the family I never had."
"I had no idea you felt that way..." Rainy murmured.
"I'm sorry I asked you about your history." Splash said.
"No, it's fine, Splash. It felt nice to tell somebody." Rosy said. "And I want my old name back. Can you guys call me Rosette?"
Rainy, Cinnamon, and Splash licked Rosette's ear. "Yes. Yes. We'll do anything for family." Rainy whispered.
Suddenly huge, heavy footsteps came down the hallway. "Everyone hide!" Rosette ordered. Kids pressed their faces up against the glass. They pointed to a guinea pig.
The guineas heard the key in the lock turn and the fish tank began to move. A hand reached in a tried to pick up Rosette.
"Rosette!" Cinnamon screeched.
"I'll be fine!" Rosette squealed back. "Save yourself!" Rosette suddenly sat still and allowed the worker to pick her up.
"ROSETTE!" Splash cried, as Rosette was being lifted up in the air.
"I love you guys!" Rosette cried.
CHAPTER 1
"Hi, Rainy." Cinnamon squeaked.
"Hello, Cinnamon." Rainy replied, flicking an ear.
Splash, a black, white, an light brown sow came out of the hutch. "Hello, everyone. Good morning. How was your day yesterday?' Splash asked the guineas.
"It was fine. But are you kidding me?! We're stuck in this tiny, cramped cage and you can watch my every move even if you're on the other side of the 10 gallon tank!"
Splash let out an amused purr. "That's what happens when we're at Petco. No veggies, tiny FISH tank with no ventilation..."
Cinnamon pressed her face against the cage bottom. "It still has Missy's scent." Missy was the previous guinea in the fish tank. Since the Petco employees didn't disinfect the fish tank when new guineas were put in, fights broke out because Missy had her scent all over the tank.
"I know." Rainy said, shuddering. "That was one of the worst times of my life." Missy has picked on all of the guinea pigs.
"Well, now we have Rosy to deal with." Splash said.
Cinnamon let out a small, annoyed purr. "Rosy's had a hard time. She's also my half sister, so give her a break. Plus she keeps all of us in line."
Rainy gave Cinnamon a rough lick on her ear. "What happened to her?"
Rosy lumbered out of the hidey. "I hear you guys talking about me. What's going on?" Rosy snapped.
Cinnamon and Rosy looked down at their paws. Splash was more bold. "What happened to you?"
Rosy flicked her ear. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Why are you so mean all the time?" Splash repeated.
Rainy leapt over to Splash and gave her a small nip on the ear. "Don't ask her that!" Rainy hissed.
"No, it's fine." Rosy replied.
Cinnamon lay down.
"I started out in a mill. My mother and father were cuy, so I was larger than most pups. my mother dubbed me Rosette, because of the rosette on my forehead.My name is pronounced like Rosetta but the thing on my forehead is pronounced like ro sett. The mean people thought that I would make a good mother, so they tried to breed me multiple times. I wouldn't stand for it, so they shipped me off here. I tried to get bought multiple times, because of how I look, you know, bigger,, since I'm cuy, I'm more skittish than most guinea pigs, since cuy are bred for meat and no body would buy me.
"So I got shipped over here, and I lived through Missy. That's how I got this nick on my ear. Missy wouldn't stand for my name. She said we are individuals and we should have our own names. She wanted to change my name to Sissy, because that's what I was. Her sister.
"But I refused. I loved my mother, and there was no way I was going to change the name she gave me. But Missy was the dominant one. She said I HAD to change my name or she would kill me. So that's how I ended up Rosy. Thankfully she had no idea Rosy is short for Rosette or Rossetta.
"Then, Missy got sent away. Then you guys came." Rosy's eyes glistened with pain. "I'll be sad when you guys get sent away. You guys are the closest thing to family I ever had. My mother died of pregnancy toxemia, my sister was Missy... You guys are like the family I never had."
"I had no idea you felt that way..." Rainy murmured.
"I'm sorry I asked you about your history." Splash said.
"No, it's fine, Splash. It felt nice to tell somebody." Rosy said. "And I want my old name back. Can you guys call me Rosette?"
Rainy, Cinnamon, and Splash licked Rosette's ear. "Yes. Yes. We'll do anything for family." Rainy whispered.
Suddenly huge, heavy footsteps came down the hallway. "Everyone hide!" Rosette ordered. Kids pressed their faces up against the glass. They pointed to a guinea pig.
The guineas heard the key in the lock turn and the fish tank began to move. A hand reached in a tried to pick up Rosette.
"Rosette!" Cinnamon screeched.
"I'll be fine!" Rosette squealed back. "Save yourself!" Rosette suddenly sat still and allowed the worker to pick her up.
"ROSETTE!" Splash cried, as Rosette was being lifted up in the air.
"I love you guys!" Rosette cried.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Don't you wanna hear more about me?
Hi! Cinnamon here. I just wanted to update you guys on my life. Well, my owner is trying to teach us tricks. I find it very amusing. She gives my a piece of lettuce and tries to make me "beg". I just sit there and look at her with puppy dog eyes. She laughs and gives me the piece of lettuce. I think that I just got myself free veggies.
Guinea pigs...well, we're very vocal creatures. And our owner gives us veggies in a plastic bag. So whenever we hear a plastic bag, we squeak because we think that we're getting veggies. So, our owner got tired of us squealing at everything. So every time she gave us veggies she would make a kissy sound. Now, we only squeak when we hear the kissy sound.
Our owner just made us a new toy. She got a toilet paper roll and cut slits into it and stuffed it with hay. We enjoy playing with out new toy, nosing it around, and most of all, chewing on it. Rainy and I often fight over it, yanking it back and forth and squeaking.
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