Little Pig Tales
Since all guinea pigs have a story to tell, this page is a collection of short tales we have received from pig pals. Enjoy!
I have two guinea pigs, Mr. Bubble and Buttercup. I also have a 20 pound male cat named Cougar who I thought would try to eat the guinea pigs so I kept him away from them. One day my nephew was over and left door to the gp room open and Cougar got in. I came down the hall and saw the door open and thought that I was going to find two dead guinea pigs. I went in and my cat was laying on the ground with Bubbles snuggling on top of him and he was licking Buttercup's face. The three of them have since become almost inseperable to the point that Cougar wants to go into the outdoor hutch with them. My dog, Humpfree, has recently begun to hangout in their little gang. It is the funniest thing to see because Humpfree is a 2-year-old old Great Pyrenees/Newfoundland cross. Humpfree and Cougar now spend most of their day just lounging around the guinea pig room.
Before I got Hermione and Ron, I had to keep my room cleaned up for a month. It was hard. When a month was over, my dad got me a little, orange guinea pig. I named him Ron. I got the name from the boy in the Harry Potter movie. Then I went to my grandma's house for two days. When I got back I saw Hermione in Ron's cage. She was a surprise! She also got her name from Harry Potter. Ron was not alone any more. Now they eat together every day. Ron and Hermione love lettuce leaves. I give Ron and Hermione toys and chewies. I take them out of their cage and hold them. They talk to me alot.
I love hanging out with my guinea pig, Twist. It's so funny when I open the side door of his cage, he'll put his front feet on it and ride it down! When I take him outside to munch on grass, if he hears a loud noise, he'll run squealing into my lap. When I sit him in my lap and talk to him, he'll coo and weepul really softly almost like he's saying "I love you". When I come home from a bad day or something, I go up and put my face to his and give him a kiss and he'll run around his cage squeeking and leaping in the air. It's almost like an act to make me feel better. It always does!
One day when Cinnamon and Buddy were running around in the living room they wanted to go from one side of the couch to the other to get to the cage. I was watching them by the front of the couch. Cinnamon went first. He got half way looked at me and ran back to Buddy. A couple seconds later he tried again, but for some reason he agian went half way, looked at me and ran back to Buddy. Well the plan he came up with next was so funny. Instead of going alone, Cinnamon got Buddy to go first while he followed closely behind. It was so funny because while they were walking to the cage Cinnamon kept looking at me to make sure I didnt move. He made Buddy do the brave job while he was the lookout.
My name is Wuggy the guinea pig. I love blueberries and when the refrigerator opens I weep weep weep. Then I do my little wiggle strutt across the room to the kitchen almost near the refrigerator. I wiggle my behind and weep weep for blueberries almost every time the refrigerator opens. I do the wuggy wiggle also when I am very happy.
Squeak was 10 weeks old when we had him sterilized. Mum put him back in the cage. He was asleep. He was on his all-fours and he slowly turned over on his little back. His paws were folded up in to a little ball. Mum thought this was hilarious, so she turned him on his tummy and he did it again. The poor old boy got turned back on his little tummy and once again he rolled over on his back. After that, Mum stopped because she thought he would wake up. So she let him sleep.
Wendy and Hazel were my first guinea pigs. My Mum and Dad bought them for me for Christmas and they were the best. Dad made them their own wooden sleeping box with their names painted on it. They were lazy and a bit podgy but I loved them to bits. Whenever they ate, they would just stare ahead of themselves with a blank expression on their faces! Their favourite food was Gerty Guinea Pig food, and they would not touch any cheaper mixes. Sadly Wendy died of old age at 7 years and Hazel shortly afterwards, who could not bear to be without her best friend. I'm hoping I meet them again one day in Heaven.
The photo is from pigpal John. It shows John's grandfather on January 1, 1959 bringing in the "greens" for John's family of 23 pet guinea pigs (you'll see their fuzzy noses poking out of the cages on the right of the photo). John lived in Wheaton, Maryland at the time. He loved his pet guinea pigs a whole bunch and naturally, as grandparents will do, his grandpa played right along. John says his rugged old grandfather arrived at the door all bundled up against the cold but with a smile on his face and the New Year's Day treats for the GPs. AND smoking a "Rum River Crook" cigar, which John, at the tender age of 10 years, heard as "Run River Crook." He says he never COULD figure out just what those river crooks must have been running from. Maybe a charging herd of ravenous wheeping cavies!
One day, when my sister left her window open my little guinea pig, Hope, climbed out. I panicked when I realized she was gone. When I went outside, I found her curled up with a stray puppy. The puppy was asleep and Hope was gently licking her fur. I quietly walked up, picked up Hope in one arm and the tiny maltese puppy in the other. I ended up adopting the puppy and named it Ariana. Ariana and Hope never leave each other.
Bubble was the best pet I had. He even use to run straight to his hutch when I let him out of his run. And he loved cherries. We have a cherry tree in our garden and when Bubble found a cherry, no matter what he wouldn't let you have it.
Toby loved his stuffed turtle. It was his favorite toy in his cage. The stuffed turtle served him as a pillow, a chew toy, and a playmate. The only problem was that Toby NEVER wanted his turtle taken out of the cage; even when it was time to clean it. It was always a struggle when I tried to grab the turtle because he would always play a game of tug-of-war with me. Well, one day when I was trying to remove Toby's prized turtle, and he didn't try to fight me for it. This was highly unusual. I thought that Toby had finally realized that I would give him his turtle back after I had cleaned and had decided not to fight about it. Then, as my hand was almost out of the cage door, Toby lunged for the turtle. The head of the turtle was facing Toby and as he dove to protect his precious stuffed turtle, he wound up ripping its head off. I know guinea pigs can't cry, but if they could, Toby would have been bawling like a baby. I picked up the parts of the turtle and sewed them back together for him. Toby's little friend was as good as new.
My small American Smoothcoat male guinea pig, Chutter, is a real ham. Before a school dance last Friday, my dad was taking pictures of me in my dress for the dance (me busy being very embarrassed, I might add) and I insisted that he take one of Chutter. So he got the camera and was all set to take the picture when Chutter lifted his nose and pushed a Christmas tree bulb, making it swing. My mom said, "oh that was cute" so then Chutter started pushing the bulb over and over again and my dad got his pigture while he did that. It was soooo funny!
Finigan likes to be scratched under his chin, but he will walk away, still purring, with his chin up in the air!!!
I had a guinea pig named Yoshi. He was all black, with a white tuff on the very top of his head. My sister and I used to squish cherries and put the juice in his hair, so it looked like his hair was dyed pink. It was so cute!
Our two guinea pigs, Bailey and Amber, have just had five new babies between them. They are only a few days old, but everyone is besotted with them, guinea pigs and household alike! One of them fell out of the hutch at one stage, and landed softly in my wellington boot, so his name is Welly! They went out for the first time in the run yesterday, and enjoyed eating grass and chatting to their Dad on the other side!
My guinea pig, Fuzzy Pepper, was a gray rex. He was a real ladies man and loved to flirt with girls. He is now in heaven with wings and a halo, doing everything he loves and praising his Creator, and waiting for the day when I will be with him forever.
My guinea pig's name is Mishgabible. One time he was running around and then ran under my bed. I tried getting him out but he would not come. Then he started coming toward me and he suddenly stopped moving halfway out from under my bed. I realized what was wrong . Since he is very fat and chubby he got stuck.
My Guinea Pig was called Sandy. She was the best guinea pig in the world. I remember getting her out to cuddle, I would put her on the table and bend my head down so that my hair ran down the side of my face and make a little tent and Sandy would run under it. Then she would lick my chin; it always tickled. I remember holding out the water bottle to her and she would drink it from me. I remember lying down on the grass in the warm summer sun with Sandy on my chest; she ran up to my chin and lay down on me. She was a fighter. When she was 6, she and her best friend (my sister's guinea pig Pippa) both became ill. Sandy was worse than Pippa. The doctor thought she would die, my mum did, my sister did, but I wouldn't let that happen. Amazingly, she survived and I was sooo proud of her. Unfortunately she died yesterday at 6 and a half, that is why I discovered your site. But Sandy is an Angel now like Hunny, and she is watching me from Heaven, I love you Sandy, I always have, and I always will.
I have two guinea pigs, Rocks and Rockie. Rockie is shy but Rocks is not. When Rocks was eating corn he lifted his head and Rockie stole it. When Rocks put his head down to find no corn he looked confused and tried to find it. In the end he just got a new corn.
Licorice is a black and white guinea pig. She has a friend named Sugar. We have a purple plastic igloo that they sleep in at night and it has an opening at the front where they get it. We had Licorice and Sugar on the tile floor and we put the igloo right in front of Licorice so that she could go inside. She started to go in and when she got half way in, her bottom got stuck. She kept trying to squeeze in, but she couldn't fit. She kept dragging the igloo around the floor really fast while trying frantically to get in. She finally gave up and just stood there while her bottom hung out the door. All the while, Sugar is standing, patiently waiting to go in after her. She gets cheesed about it and starts chattering her teeth. Finally, I lifted the igloo up and let Licorice go under it and put it over her on the floor. The whole ordeal was so funny!
Once when we were all in the living room when my guinea pig Pacy started weeping and no one got her anything to eat. She decided to take matters into her own paws. She pushed one of the plastic tubes to the side of the pool container she was in and jumped out. I looked in amazement and she took off to our fridge and looked at it for a long hard time. Then she took off to our bathroom and saw her alfalfa. She WHEEEEEEEEPED!!!!!!!! then looked at me and went to her alfalfa. She chowed down on that then heard Mitilda weeping in disgust because Pacy took off on her. So that little rascal of a Pacy took a little bale square and took off down the hallway and through the kitchen carring that alfalfa in her mouth. When she reached the pool she could not jump back in so she set her alfalfa down and walked around in front of us until I picked her up and put her in the pool with Mitilda. But then she and Mitilda started weeping. So I lifted Pacy out and let her go. She went and picked the left alfalfa up and weeped at me to put her back in the pool. After I did that she shared her alfalfa with Mitilda.
I used to bring Patches into the living room all the time. When I wanted to put him back, I would put him on the floor. He would walk all the way to the entrance of the kitchen. When he was about 5 feet away from the kitchen doorway, he would stop, then run to his cage. There he would wait for me, so I could put him in his cage. Once I took Patches into the living room with me. I put him on the floor, on a towel. I left him on the floor, thinking that he would just sit there. So I went into the kitchen, to finish eating. When I came back, he was gone! I looked all over the house for him, but I couldn't find him. Then I quickly turned over this big cushion. There he was, just looking at me. I was soo afraid that I lost him.
One time Daisy really made my family laugh. The first time we let her run around the house, she stopped dead in her tracks in front of the kitchen closet. She started weeping as loud as she could until we let her investigate the closet. She is also a great guard pig. When some one knocks on the door, she runs to it and starts squealing until we answer it and she knows who it is. I am so lucky to have her.
My story about my guinea pig Mocha is really funny. One day I had him out and all of a sudden he heard my parakeets chirping. He headed straight for his basket that we carry him in! I reached in after him, but my hair got too close to his mouth. So we spent a couple minutes playing tug-a-war!
Scooter using the newest technology to keep in touch with other pig pals.
Scooter does some of the coolest things. Once I allowed him to run around the living room. He got so excited that he started jumping and shakin' his head like crazy and squeaking with delight. Then he ran in circles REALLY fast and jumped onto the couch! I was stunned! I also like to listen to CDs or the radio a lot. He wheeks along with the music and does the shaking head jump thing.
I'm only writing to tell you that I loved your Guinea Pig site. I stumbled upon it today. I thought it might help me deal with the loss of our own cavy, Bubba. We got him from a friend who couldn't tolerate his obnoxious behavior. However, we discovered that what she found so annoying was his charming way of communicating. He loved people and bonded to us before we even started to bond with him. He played with us, never bit even once and would greet us from upstairs the minute we came in the house. We had him over 4 years. He too went to Guinea Pig heaven 2 weeks ago. We never realized how much we adored him. Now, we are trying to decide if we should get another. I know that no animal can replace another but maybe there's one out there for us. One particular thing Bubba did that was so funny was he would run in the direction of the refrigerator whenever we opened the vegetable drawer. Whenever he heard the vegetable bag rustle he would start to "wheepul" so loud it hurt our ears! But mostly, Bubba was a cuddler who never ran from us when we went to pick him up. He loved to be out of his cage, playing with us and exploring. We miss him.
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