Blog Entry 46: Guinea pig Addiction, my story.

Every day I look at my local SPCA’s website and DROOL over all the piggies on the site but that is not where I want to start this entry. I want to start this by giving you all a little background story as to how I became a guinea pig addict.

August 2008 was a hot summer. I had just gotten a job at PetSmart down the road from my house. My dream job, or so I thought. I had always had a love of all pets. Growing up I had many types of pets. From the cute fuzzy mice to the slimy looking snakes to bobble eyed gold fish, I had many pets growing up, thus working at a pet store seemed like the perfect place for an animal lover like myself.

I learned, what I thought was a lot when I started working there. How to check water quality in the fish tanks, maintain the proper heat for reptiles and diet needs of the birds and small “pocket pets”. It had been about a week when a batch of baby boars came in. I was in love with one, looking back on him I think it was because he was the under pig in the group. The “brothers” would pick on him and he ended up being sick.

Before they (other co workers) could move him into the “sick room” I boxed him up and took him home. I knew he had a fungal infection and grabbed some cream for that from the sick room. I grabbed a cheap cage (that was 1 grid by maybe 1.5), cheap food and thankfully pine bedding and left at the end of my shift.

When I got home my husband was not impressed but knew since my last hamster died the year before that I wanted a pet. We named him Pickles and he was a doll. So sweet, so manly. He would sit with me and pancake on my tummy while I watched TV.

But, like every good slave knows, guinea pigs are like pringles once you start you can’t stop.

Fast forward a few months and I was still working at PetSmart but I was transferred to a different store. When I got there I was shown all the sick pets and told what was wrong and their treatments, this is when I came across Clover. Clover had been returned to the store after the owner’s kids had “dropped” “him”. Clover had surgery to correct the broken leg but was still suffering from head trauma. I felt back for “him”. I asked what was going to happen to “him” and the gal showing me around told me that “he” needed to be adopted, so “he” came home.

Clover seemed very odd for a boy, “his” bits didn’t look right to me. Thankfully because “he” was healing I had “him” in a different cage because “he” turned out to be a she!!!

That’s when I started to do more research. I found a vet in the area that would neuter Pickles for $150 dollars. This was all happening right before Christmas (which was followed by two months of school). So I opt to wait that’s when my boss decided that I needed another pig to keep my girl company. Thus Delila came to me.

Months passed, I hadn’t found this site or GL yet, how I don’t know. I still had them in TINY cages, bad food and so on. The only thing I did right was love them.

In may I found this site. The month before I upped and quite my job because I could not take how the animals were treated, how little hours I was getting and how over whelmed I was from fixing stupid co workers mistakes. I had three pigs by this point.

I was on youtube watching videos on pigs when I came across Cutemomome’s videos. I fell in love with her pigs but was puzzled when it came to her amazing cage. That’s how I found GPC and GL.

I promptly went out, built a cage and learned so much. I started to foster and take in guinea pigs. By the end of may I have 6 pigs. 2 foster boys, 1 dumped foster boy, my Pickles, Clover and Delila. Then my new worst fear happened.

We went away for a weekend and my MIL watched the pigs. She cleaned their cages and put all the pigs together. The end result was Clover and Pickles made babies. Fast forward to August, three beautiful babies were born. Two girls and one little man. We had just adopted out the foster boys, the dumpster boy and Pickles. I wanted to make sure that would never happen again. We found a home for the little male with my younger sister.

Gosh those babies grew fast. Soon little Mojo was leaving for him new home, but my addiction had increased. I stalked the SPCA’s website all day long. That when I found Queen Latifa, who was later named Eve. We ran and grabbed her after a month of her sitting waiting for a new home. She had mites and her age was horribly wrong but otherwise she was pretty healthy.

A month went by and I saw a beautiful long haired PEW girl up for adoption. At this point I had 5, what was one more? So we adopted her. She also had mites but was otherwise ok.

Jump to Feb 2010. We had the 6 girls but I was still addicted and ended up getting a little American girl. She sadly passed away a few months after adopting her. SweetPea the PEW died suddenly after her. So we were down to 5 again.

Around May 2010 I was feeling over whelmed. I was due to give birth to my third child and life was so up and down. A friend of mine fell in love with two of my pigs, Buttercup (one of the baby girls) and Delila. So I rehomed them to her, leaving me just the 3 girls. In October Little Mojo, who wasn’t so little any more, was given back to me. We kept him in my daughters room for months. In Feb 2011 we adopted Reko, my little sliver agouti boy from the SPCA. He was only a month old and got along great with Mojo. Life was pretty calm and boring but the itch to adopt came again in June.

June adoption saw me doing a private adoption with a neutered boar named Nutmeg, who was renamed Romeo. Romeo went to live with my girls and my life was complete.

Sadly we lost Pixie (the last daughter to Clover) in Dec. Clover passed away soon after. Leaving me with the three boys and Eve.

In Feb 2012 Eve passed way at the ripe old age of 7-8 years old. Leaving me with just my three boys but that didn’t last for long.

In April my SIL contacted me. She had a sick skinny pig who need a home who knew what they were doing, so I adopted Mbizi. Mbizi had horrible skin issues that I cleared up, but sadly one month after adopting him he ended up with an abscess. After 3 weeks we got that under control but 3 more showed up. In the end he gave up the fight and passed away.

That brings us to now. I have my three boars who hate each other.

Every day I look at my local SPCA’s website and DROOL over all the piggies on the site. There are currently 5 pigs I want to adopt. We are holding out and everyone I know is surprised. We are planning on moving in a year or two. At that time we will be buying a larger home and I have been told by my husband that I “can have any pet I want”.

Mojo is going to be three next month, Romeo is three in Nov. and Reko is 1.5 years old but the itch will always be there, to save more. The rescue I used to foster for has closed down so sadly I can not fill that itch by fostering. The SPCA does not have a “just guinea pig” foster program. You foster, you foster what ever they need fostering.

I know there will be a pig one day that will come in that I can not resist, but for now I will have to sit on my itchy hands and wait.

This is my addict story.

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Blog Entry 45: Last day in June, Pig comments.

Last day of June:

Today is the last day of June. I thought I would see what the boys thought of this…

Mojo… well he had many thoughts on this.

Hmmmm does this mean I get more veggies?

No Mojo.. this means tomorrow you get some cleaning done. Anal Sack cleaning, grease gland cleaning and a bath.


*does his best…. I’m not here I am just a furry rock impression*

Sigh…

Romeo what do you think about today being the last day of June?


June? Whats June?


Oh I know!!! It means umm….


What were we talking about again?

Oh boy….

Reko…


Yes mum?

What do you think about it being the last day of June?


It means I have to go though that cleaning junk again… but it also means I get to celebrate tomorrow.

Reko your so smart.
Your right, tomorrow is Canada Day.
Veggies party tomorrow for sure.

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Blog Entry 44: Life moves on.

Life moves on, that seems to be the story of my life lately.

Why do I say that? Well lets recap the last 4 months of my life.

March brought me in the hospital having my right ovary, uterus and cervix removed. Thankfully the left ovary looked ok and I was able to keep it, saving me from hormone replacement therapy. The recovery was hard and not for the reasons you may or may not be thinking. It wasn’t the pain because I was a good girl and took my pain meds when I was suppose to, it was not over doing it. Which, I have to admit with my head hung low, that I did end up twice in the hospital for “over doing it” over the first 6 weeks post op.

April was pretty quite, I started sewing again and doing more around the house. Life seemed pretty normal, though there was still some things I could and could not do.

May… That was a month all hell broke loose. First off my husband and I both have our birthdays that month. My in laws started their kitchen renos that month but more importantly I was surprised to have a little house guest (who is currently still with us). My (then) 7 week old niece needed a place to go. I wont get into why right now but lets just say she needed help bad. Here is a photo of Miss Molly:

Here she is with my two older children Ruby and Alexander:

 

Joseph wasn’t in those photos because well he has more important things to do, like animal bed control!

He says Titty’s (Spook the Kitty’s) bed gets his approval.

On top of all that I have been super busy with orders. I’ve had so many I had to change my wait times! *insert shocked face here*

I can’t promise to write often but I want to let you all know that on July 13th I will be going to Hawaii!!! Big family trip and I will have LOTS to share with you when I come back.

On that note I leave you with a piggie photo.

Mojo says: “I’m a messy eater and I know it.”

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Blog Entry 43: Happy Valentine’s Day.

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I wanted to add into my last entry something about Valentine’s day but I did not want to take away from the post about Pickles. Hence why I am writing about it now.

Valentine’s day in our house is some years very fancy and special, while other years its just special. This year instead of going all out, I suggest that once they kids are in bed we just sit on the sofa and watch some movies. Simple and I get to sneak in some extra cuddle time. In our house we don’t usually go all out for Valentine’s day. We may go to a movie, show or out to dinner if we can but what it really is about is spending time with loved ones. Screw the hallmark side of it. Spend time with the one you love, money can not buy you happiness. Only love can.

So to everyone out there reading my blog, Happy Valentine’s Day.

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Blog Entry 42: Remembering.

I was going through some old photos last night and I came across some old photos of my first guinea pig Pickles. Pickles taught me how to be a better guinea pig owner. I did everything wrong with him, bad food, little hay, no veggies and a small cage. Enjoy the photos as I enjoy the memories.

 

 

 

 

He was my first and taught me a lot. I rehomed him June of 2009, 1 year after buying him. I did this because he bonded so well with my foster pig who already had a home wait that I knew he would be better off living with his cage pal in a new home. I do not stop thinking about him every day and though I am no longer in contact with his owners, I hope that he is/has lived a great life.

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Blog Entry 41: Tea Time

So after my much needed rant I thought it would be best to stick to something else I know a little about. Tea! Over the last year I have drank coffee all of three times. All three of those times I thought I needed to bleach my mouth out due to the awful taste. The funny thing about this is that go back 1 year and 7 days, I was drinking 6+ cups a day.

It all happened when my best friend Mona came down for a visit. We rarely see each other because of living in different places. It takes us 5+ hours to see each other. Joseph was only 6 months old at the time and she wanted to come see the kids and I. She is a VERY big tea drinker, like your family before her. I started drinking more and more tea while she was down. She stayed I believe 10 days, and during that time I drank a lot of tea. I started out drinking it black, but when my dearest friend offered to make me one a few times, she inadvertently put milk and sugar in mine. It didn’t bother me too much though I teased her a great deal.

After she left I missed her badly, I caught myself making tea just like hers. As time wore on I started to drink my tea with milk and sugar all the time. Since going on my diet a few months ago I started to use sweetener instead of sugar so I could still drink the amount of tea I drink. My old issue is I can not stand any other tea but Red Rose. I will grudgingly drink Earl Grey or some other brand of Breakfast tea but a good old cup of Red Rose beats them all out hands down. Don’t get me wrong, I carry other types of tea for when I have people over or if my kids are not feeling well. I keep herbal fruity teas, teas like Chamomile and Peppermint. Heck I even have special teas for holidays. I just personally never drink them.

My day does not really start until I have my first cup of tea. It’s the first sip of warm heaven that helps me wake up at 7AM. I take my medication with it, laugh at silly kids with it, say good bye for the day to my husband and enjoy breakfast with it. Tea to me is not just a drink but a part of life for me.

I use an electric kettle to heat my water, I got one shortly after Alexander was born. Before that I used a stove top kettle and loved it. I had to switch because Alexander had to we switched from breastfeeding to the bottle, long story I may tell you all one day. Anyway, my mother in law had stopped by to give me a hand with, at the time, baby Alexander. I had put on the kettle for some hot water for his bottle when my mother in law suggested I get an electric one because it would heat the water faster and Alexander wouldn’t fuss as much. So we, my husband and I, went out and got one. It’s a good little kettle, though I still miss the whistling sound of my stove top one.

Over the last year tea has helped my family feel better, connected with friends and served as a wonderful warm beverage when Canadian winters have hit. In the summer it has helped me to cool down, raising my core temperature.

Will I give up tea any time soon? Not unless I get ordered to by my doctors.

Even my kitten loves tea.

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Blog Entry 40: Religion?

 

No, no, I’m not asking why should we or do we have religion, religion as a whole, is good for you. What I want to know is why must we fight about what religion is right, wrong or horrible? Who said your religion is right? Is it because its older? New aged? Deep rooted? I always hid behind a wall of what was accepted religiously and what wasn’t. In essence I lived a double life for reasons that now seem so silly. The truth is, no religion is “right” and no religion is “wrong”. What is right and wrong is the morals that the said religion teaches you and/or your family.

Think about it this way if you will, Matthew 22:39 “And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. “

Through the ages, war murder has been committed in the name of religion, be it the Christian, Muslin, or any other main stream religion. But why is that if the common theme to all religions is peace and love. Love thy neighbor, do onto others as you would like done on to you, the amount of common writings about peace can go on. Wikipedia when searched, has so many references to “The Golden Rule” that one could sit and ponder why so many religions feel the same but fight.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Rule#Religion_and_philosophy

Yes anyone who knows me will know that I am not a follower of main stream religions. I follow my own path and chose it 8 years ago. Like all religions it also has “The Golden Rule”,  Do onto others as you would like done onto you or An it harm none, do what ye will. Then there is always the “Rule of three”, this means what ever you do comes back at you three folds, be it good or bad. Frankly I would rather not say something nasty about someone for no reason just to have it come back to me three times over, thanks but no thanks.

I am also a firm believer of KARMA. This also seems to coincide with the Rule of Three. Wikipedia defines KARMA as the concept of an “action” or “deed”, understood as that which causes the entire cycle if cause and effect (i.e., the cycle called samsara) originating in ancient Indian and treated in Hindu, Jain, Buddhist, and Sikh philosophies. In other words what you do will come back at you in the future.

So again I ask, what makes your religion the right one? What make it “better than” mine?

To believe in a higher power is something we all need. I firmly believe that having faith in something, really anything, helps guide us through the paths that we need to take. For example, in my house we are very much divided but respectful, when it comes to religion. I was baptized as a Roman Catholic but at 17 looked for a religion that felt right to me. Since that time I have been an Egyptian Pagan, meaning I followed the deities of the Egypt. My husband on the other hand is Roman Catholic and though does not go to church regularly, he follows the teachings in the bible. Our children are not yet baptized nor follow any set religion, but we (my husband and I) teach our children both of our religions.

Just  because in the bible it says Exodus 22:18 – “Thou shall not suffer a witch to live.” does not mean that it is word for word true.

What does one consider to be a witch? This?

Or how about this?

And really, does it matter? Does it matter that my religion is different? Do I kill, nope. Do I steal, never. Do I eat babies? Well maybe some veal now and again but its been years. These are all the things that some people think pagans do. Did you know I loath war? Did you know I don’t watch the news because of all the murders, rapes and thieves? If having a different religion that gives me morals is horrible, then what does that make those people? What does that make the Priest that rapes little kids, or the Taliban who bombs a church and kills 100s of people, or how about the guy who beats a dog just cause he feels like it? What makes their religion any better, their religious morals don’t seem to make a difference.

Religious morals is almost identical in every religion, so why argue, why fight, why kill.  There is no reason.

NOTE: I will not go into Atheism as I really do not understand it but respect that it is a choice that people take. I mean no offence to anyone who is an Atheist in this blog post.

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Blog Entry 39: I’m an adult damn it!

Today is an “I’m an adult damn it!” day. For brunch I am making banana and chocolate chip pancakes with peanut butter. Why, because I like them and they make me smile. Yes some would consider that to be a childish brunch, others are nodding with drool running down their faces. Me, I am just sick and tired of being “An Adult”. I am planning on painting my nails blue, putting my hair in pig tails and watching cartoons with my kids, why, because I can.

On the “I’m an adult damn it” topic I want to submit this photo.

How true is this! I mean come on, who does love some type of cartoon or in this case Muppet from their childhood. Did you know I am a huge fan of Garfield? I watched his shows over and over as a child. Then there was always Duck Tales and Gummy Bears. My husband loved Darkwing Duck, which I did watch but wasn’t a huge fan.

Looking at the shows my own kids watch makes me really miss these shows, or maybe it’s the free life style of childhood, either way my husband and I both agree the kids shows now are horrible compared to the ones we watched. Yes there was a little violence but not as much as you see now a days. Garfield for example, had little to none in the violence area. Yet you do not see it on TV any more, COME ON, Garfield is a true classic. What about Duck Tales? The adventure, the mystery, the creativity! What more could TV ask for.

No, now a days its shows that are badly drawn, have no story line, and well just plain old suck. Over the last few months my family and I switched to NetFlix. We rather enjoy all the “old” 90s shows, like land before time, remember that?

Its amazing how long my children will watch that but turn on YTV or Teletoon and maybe one show before they walk away and I turn it off. I by no means allow my children to be “baby sat” by the tube but on a weekend morning what screams relaxation than cartoons?

Well I leave you now with something to ponder, what was your favorite Saturday morning cartoon(s)? Do you miss those Saturdays?

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Blog Entry 38: Life is life

Life has been, well life lately. Kids are all doing well. Ruby is enjoying, for the most part, being tutored by her grandmother 3-4 days a week.

The guinea pigs are all healthy. We did lose Chi-Chi our little mouse to old age earlier this month. He was a special, spoiled little guy and I miss him dearly.

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My heath comes and goes, I have another appointment on Tuesday that my mother is, thankfully, taking me to. I’ve had a lot of new symptoms show up in the last month that might push my surgery closer, though I do hit the two month waiting period on Monday. After Monday it could be any day I get that call saying I am books for such and such a day. Being sick is something I hate, like every other person on the planet I guess, but thankfully my wonderful husband is amazing and helps me on the bad days.

During my time off of sewing I’ll be resting, A LOT! I am also taking this time to get my sewing machine serviced.  Since I stated sewing in May it has been been serviced and it really needs to go in.

Lets see what else?

I will be canning some pickled cucumbers this weekend. I promise to post some photos. My recipe is very simple, Cucumbers, pickling vinegar, dill and salt. Simple and straight to the point. I’m very excited to see how they turn out.

Oh I don’t think I posted the photo of my MIL’s Christmas gift I made her last Christmas. Here it is, sorry its a cell phone photo, my camera was acting up at the time.

She loved it and is using everything I made. I was really nervous about whether or not she would like it. I was so excited to stop by one night and see her using it. It was really hard to make because she comes over 3-4 times a week to help Ruby read. I had to be very sneaky and the last time she came over before Christmas I hid in my basement finishing it.

Last week I was shopping and while in my line up I saw the ladies in front of me had a huge binder of coupons! I had to be sneaky but I snapped this photo with my camera on my cell.

You can see the binders holding their coupons in the top of their cart. Amazing! I don’t know how anyone could get so many coupons! I know I use some when I get some, but to collect that many and use them? Just wow!

As you may or may not know, I don’t eat out much. It costs too much and I really have no item to go out, but right after Christmas I took some much needed me time. I went cloth shopping and went to a fast food place called the Wok Box. I LOVE their food.

They come in cute little take out boxes. Its a nice Chinese place and there are many of them. If you have one around you and you enjoy Chinese food, I would highly recommend them.

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Blog Entry 37: What I’ve been busy doing.

So a lot, as usual, has happened in the last little while.

In late November I was put on the waiting list for a hysterectomy. A lot of my friends and family are shocked at this because I am only 25 years old but after battling for “Female Issues” for most of my life my Doctor has decided that enough is enough. I have three wonderful children and we don’t want any more anyway. So its the waiting game. I will get a 2 week notice anywhere from 2-6 months from when the sent the paper work in. The end of Jan, will be the 2 month mark. I was told on average it usually takes 2-3 months so, fingers crossed, hopefully I’ll get that two week notice call soon.

On top of that I have been work on my sewing company and I finally was able to create something no one else had. A free standing cavy cave with no extra foam or batting. It stands up because a flexible support (shhh I’m keeping this one tight lipped for a while). Here are some photos:

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Are they not just the cutest things ever? The grey pig is Reko and the one on the bottom is Mojo.

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