You’ve seen the photo above-Layla’s babies-the one on the front right, with the stripe on her head, is Meatball or Sweetpea. We think she was the runt of the babies.
She first was named Meatball because she and Taylor were always huddled together for warmth, as babies sometimes do. So naturally, they were Spaghetti and Meatball. Anna and her friends named them but changed Taylor’s name. Meatball remained the same.
We have a family, who we are friends with at church, who kept Layla and Nibbles for us for a week. We went to take our daughter to college and left our piggies in good hands, since this family has owned piggies before.
When we returned, I offered to give one of the babies to them, when they were born. My friend became very excited and requested “the runt” when they were born.
Meatball seemed to be last in line for everything-food, the water bottle but she always waited patiently for her turn.
I had the privilege to keep her over Thanksgiving break while their family went out of town and Meatball was just as she could be. She was definitely the smallest out of the three.
I have been told and witnessed for myself, that she is happy with them. They take her outside every day that it is warm enough for grass. She eats to her heart’s content. Her cage has a top on it, which lifts off for easy access. They put bricks on it to make sure no predators can get to her.
We went over to their house about a month ago and brought Speckles with us. I was excited because I thought they would get along but Speckles did not seem too happy because her ears were flat against her head, when Sweetpea’s were up and interested. Oh well!
She goes by Sweetpea, now, which fits her perfectly. I cannot describe how sweet she is. It’s so good to know that she went to a good home and that we are friends with her new owners. Now, if we can just find a home for Theo and Herbie…
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Welcome to the letter “H”. I have the Piggie Family Tree up on my blog now, so you can refer to it by viewing the pages I have and you will see it there. All the piggies are there, with the help of Terry. Here we go! This post is brought to you by the letter “H”.
Herbie is the baby of the bunch. He was born on December 4 and we didn’t know Speckles was pregnant. He was a surprise.
He is really fast. Really fast. In fact, you have to corner him to catch him. I call him Herbie after Herbie the Lovebug. His name was changed from Ginger after we found out he was a boy. Anna, my daughter named all the piggies and she decided on Herbert. Personally, I hate the name. He is way too cute for such an ugly name. So I call him Herbie. I have a video of him when he was just a few weeks old. We gave Speckles a break and were playing with him on the stair. Here you go: Sir Herbert and his little noises that babies make:
Life’s full of surprises. On Sunday morning, we found one before we left for church. I was in the kitchen making pancakes, which I don’t usually do on Sunday but I’ve been getting hungry before services get out, and decided to have a bigger breakfast. Anna kept calling my name, which was unusual for a Sunday morning-she’s usually tired and quiet.
“Mom!” She said again.
“What?!” I was a little annoyed because she was calling me while I was trying to get the batter to turn out right-I forgot we were almost out of milk.
“We have another guinea pig!”
I ran upstairs and there it was. A tiny, white baby guinea pig, with gold on its back.
I started freaking out. Anna laughed and said, “Mom, it’s OK.”
I didn’t feel so “OK”. My head was swirling and I felt like I was about to faint. You know that feeling, when you’re surroundings start looking “not real”, you’re head feels light, and you can’t feel the floor anymore?
Anna started talking again and I started listening, which brought me back to feeling fine. Well, not exactly fine but not about to faint. Terry came up the stairs and we all had a conversation but I can’t remember it. I think I said something about being in shock.
At first, I thought Nibbles, the babies’ father was the culprit. Here comes the part where I tell you about something I meant to tell you back in October.
We bought him on the same day that we gave one of the babies away. Terry said he didn’t plan it but I think he did because I was sad about giving the baby away and worried about Nibbles. He was in a cage by himself and wasn’t happy; guinea pigs are social creatures and need a cage mate.
I hated the name, at first. It was Terry’s idea when Anna was trying to figure out what to name him. Theodore was chosen because he’s “Theodorable!”. You can grunt and roll your eyes if you want. I probably would.
At some point during the day, I asked her if there was ever a time when she had the boys out with the girls. “Of course not!”
Then I asked her if there was ever a time when she had Theo out with Speckles. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe, probably.”
I thought she was more responsible than that but when we first got Theo, I remember her putting him in the playpen with the girls because she thought they would play or something. Well, guess what happened? Two months later, this.
What’s even weirder is that we had a sermon on modern day stress. I think this a lesson for me to just trust God and to go with the flow. Normally, I hate it when things happen that I wasn’t prepared for. Terry’s parents used to come over with no notice and I hated that. I wanted to know they were coming. Sometimes, things like this really throw me for a loop.
Should we get the boys neutered? I hesitate because of the risk, since it’s surgery. Then again, how many more surprises will we get?