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...it is from that hour that I incline to date my Spiritual New-birth, or Baphometic Fire-baptism; perhaps I directly thereupon began to be a Pig.

January 09, 2006

In which Bessie gets off her fat Guinea Butt

So my pigs are a little lazy. Mostly this is my fault for being too absorbed in homework to take them out of the cage and prod their little butts all around my office. (They are a lazy bunch by nature, just like me.) But it's getting ridiculous now. Bessie weighs in just shy of a whopping 3 pounds, and to watch her waddle across the cage is just -- well, funny, but -- sad. She literally flops her butt over from side to side, to avoid picking up her huge girth and just going. Okay, so maybe that's an exaggeration, but still, she's a porker. So today we removed the pigloos and set up all kinds of wierd objects in the cage to keep them busy.

They're really interested in this stuff, too: the empty envelope box, the tube, some balled-up paper (Maude is trying to throw the balls over the tube. Clever!). Bessie has actually picked her fat butt off the ground several times, and run around the box, then pushed the box around. But every so often she flops down, as pictured above, into a big puddle of pig. We're going to have to make a real effort this year.

PS: hi and thanks to Jesse for linking ye olde PigBlog! Maude and Bessie say "that's awesome!"

1 Comments:

Blogger bugg said...

Oh, rotundity, certainly! That is, after all, central to the beauty of guinea pigs, in much the same way that the pleasurable texture of ice cream derives from the roundness of its molecules. But morbid obesity... not necessarily as attractive, or as beneficial to the pig him- or herself.

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