T for Tunnels #AtoZChallenge

Kevin's new tent

Hello! I’m Kevin.  I’m a ginger and white guinea pig and I look after both George’s Guinea Pig World and our Facebook page.  Percy and I have been sharing the workload for our A to Z Challenge this year, and I’ll be doing this last week.

Our theme is “Our Favourite Things” – and I hope you’re not tired out from all this blog-visiting!  I’ve had an upset tummy for the last couple of weeks, but I’m feeling a lot better now.


tT is for Tunnels…

… although it could also be for TENTS.

We have lots of tunnels, some soft and cosy ones, some cardboard ones, and some covered with dry grass which we can nibble.  There’s also a blue fabric one, the same as our tent fabric, which we use out of doors.  Tunnels are lovely to snuggle up in or run through, and they make a great shelter when we’re in the garden and fancy a snooze.

When Mummy first got guinea pigs, that was Fred and George, she used to carry them around in the cardboard tunnels called chubes, which she thought might be safer if she ever tripped over.  Later when she got the tents, she realised that not only are they good for sheltering from the sun (and rain if she forgets to bring us in and it starts raining), but also, for carrying us from the house to the garden and so on.  And then when she did that, we all knew what was what, so when she shakes our tents at us we come and get in them to be taken in (or out).  Mostly.  Sometimes if we really don’t want to come in she has to be a little stern with us.  But we know when she really means it.

She’s learnt from our Looks at her when we want to come in.  I think Fred taught her to watch for his Look, and I managed to give her the same Look, which she understands.  So we’ve done quite well at training Mummy over the years.

Here’s a moving picture of Dylan playing with his tent and tunnels in the garden, and Dougall too.

And here’s a picture of Midge coming into his tent at the end of floor-time in the morning.

Come back tomorrow and see us doing something Unusual!!

I for Indoors #AtoZChallenge

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Hi, Kevin here.  We’re into the second week of the A to Z Challenge, and in case you’re just visiting, I’m a six year old ginger and white guinea pig.  This blog was started by Fred and George, Mummy’s very first guinea pigs.  She writes books about them too.

Our A to Z Challenge theme is “Our Favourite Things”


iI is for Indoors

We are indoor guinea pigs.  We have cages and runs in the house, and Mummy lets us run around in the kitchen every day.  Sometimes we get a special treat and run around in the living room on a special blanket.  That’s usually for special events like winter birthday parties.  Summer birthday parties are usually in the garden.

Here are some pictures of us indoors.

If you go to our Youtube Playlist you’ll find lots of moving pictures of us running around indoors.  Mummy’s found this one of me and Colman running around on the floor, about six months after we came here. The floor does get swept after we’ve all finished!  I’d forgotten about this.  It’s four years ago already.

H for Hay #AtoZChallenge

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Hi, Kevin here.  We’re into the second week of the A to Z Challenge, and in case you’re just visiting, I’m a six year old ginger and white guinea pig.  This blog was started by Fred and George, Mummy’s very first guinea pigs.  She writes books about them too.

Our A to Z Challenge theme is “Our Favourite Things”


hH is for Hay

Hay is marvellous stuff.  It’s best straight from the bag, although Mummy doesn’t understand why clean looking hay that’s been in the cage for an hour or two needs to be supplemented with some from the bag.  Well, a guinea pig can never have enough hay (and neither can a rabbit or a horse for that matter).

Hay is great to eat, full of good fibre and tough stalks to help our teeth work properly.

With the help of George, Humphrey, Hector, Oscar, Midge, Victor, Hugo, Percy and me, here we demonstrate its uses. (mouse over the picture for the caption)

and, if Mummy can get it to work, here is a video of me eating hay. I’ve got a touch of conjunctivitis, in case you wondered about my weepy eye.

See more guinea pig videos on our Facebook page or on our Youtube Playlist

D for Dandelions #AtoZChallenge

Will I be all right in this bath thing?
Will I be all right in this bath thing?

Hello and welcome to George’s Guinea Pig World.  I’m Percy, and I run this place with Kevin.  George set it up in 2009, which is before I was born.  I live with Bertie & Biggles in a nice cage next to Oscar, and his brother Midge lives next to Kevin.

Our A to Z theme is “Our Favourite Things”


dD is for Dandelions

Personally I think dandelions are over-rated but everyone else adores them.  There’s even a moving picture on our YouTube page showing George eating a dandelion right from the stalk end to the flower.  Only Mummy can’t find it.

Here’s a photo of Victor eating one instead.

Mmm Dandelion
Mmm Dandelion

Come back tomorrow for the letter E

Victor would have been nine years old today

Kevin reporting today, since I knew Victor.  He was a grand old man when I arrived, although then he was only four.  He lived till he was six and one-quarter, or thereabouts, and he was the friendliest and most amiable guy you could imagine.  Humphrey was friendly too, but a little more reserved.

Victor's 6th birthday
Victor’s 6th birthday

I suppose I may have met him on the floor in the kitchen beforehand, but I always remember the day of the Queen’s Jubilee [in 2012], when we had a party in the garden, all seven of us – Victor, Humphrey, Hector, Dylan, Dougall, Colman and me.

Our party in the park arena
Our party in the park arena
The Jubilee Seven
The Jubilee Seven

Those were the days!

There are lots of posts written by him on here – you can click his photo in the ‘Authors’ at the bottom, and read more of his wise words and reportage.

In other domestic news: Mummy washed my tent the other day and the wire on the base broke, but she says it’ll be okay for sitting in until the better weather comes.  I wonder if that means she’ll get me a new one, or whether she’s got another hanging around not being used?  She also mixed in some new stuff called ‘muesli’ with my pellets.  She said Victor liked it, and she thought I might too.  Such a kind Mummy ❤

Sorry I’m late to celebrate Victor’s day

I was going to be a day late, anyway, because Victor’s leaving day was yesterday, two years ago.  It does seem a very long time.  But now I’m late because we couldn’t get onto WordPress yesterday, and we guess nobody could because we couldn’t see Auntie Noelle’s page, or Uncle Lord David’s page either.  But we’re back now, and I expect they are too (wave).

The Jubilee Seven
The Jubilee Seven: Dylan, Dougall, Kevin behind Colman and Hector, Humphrey and Victor

Continue reading “Sorry I’m late to celebrate Victor’s day”

Victor’s Day

It’s already one year since Victor went to the Rainbow Bridge.  Mummy remembers it very well, since she says she had a moment when he visited her to say goodbye, along with George and Hugo.  She was in the middle of a game of golf at the time, so she thinks it’s real.  Why doubt it, Mummy?

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I sort of miss Victor, but he was very old and not well at all, so he’s happy at the Rainbow Bridge and I’ll see him there sometime.  And meet George and Fred and Hugo.  And tease Humphrey again.  I miss Humphrey.

V for Victor

Victor was born on February 20th 2008 and died on 29th May 2014.  He was over six years old and that’s very old for a guinea pig.  Although Colman’s older now.

Victor 20.02.2008 to 29.05.2014
Victor 20.02.2008 to 29.05.2014

He was born in Auntie Vikki’s house to a sow called Snowy, who was already pregnant when she went into the rescue.  Vikki said she was with Kiki, her sister, and they both had the same face, and it was the same as Victor’s.  And there were two boars with them and nobody knows which one was Victor’s sire.  That’s what it’s like with rescues.  All sorts of things going on and nobody really knows who’s who.  Mind you, I only know who my dam is, too.  Oscar and Midge are the only ones who know who their parents are and they have a family tree gong back for generations.

Anyway, Victor went to live with Hugo, and then their owners had to find another home and couldn’t take Hugo and Victor with them, so they went back to the rescue.  And Mummy saw their photo and just went along for a look at them.  And Auntie Vikki said “Do you want to take them with you?” and Mummy ‘just happened’ to have a piggy carrier on the back seat so she brought them home.  And it was snowing! Mummy says she always remembers that drive, through a complete whiteout, and her going so slowly and everybody following her until they all turned off at a village and Mummy wondered where they’d gone.

Anyway she got Victor and Hugo home, and they lived together for years and had lots of adventures like going to Mull, and then Hugo died of pneumonia.  And Fred was all alone then, so Vic moved in with Fred, and they lived together for six months, and then Fred died because he missed George so much.  Then Victor had a few weeks on his own until we arrived, Dougall and me.  And the rest is History!

Victor did the A to Z Challenge in 2012.  His theme was food.  He did a lot of blogging on here till he handed over to me.  You can read all his posts if you like.

He’s also one of the stars of the Princelings of the East. Victor who runs the Inn of the Seventh Happiness.  He’s lots of people’s favourites.  Well, he was lots of people’s favourites in real life too.  I miss him.

Uncles

Uncles are very important in a guinea pig’s life.  I expect lady pigs need aunties, but boars need uncles.  It’s so that we don’t go and make babies by mistake, so I’m told.

Vic and the babies

Anyway, when I was very young (3 weeks) I left my birth mother (dam) and came to live with an older pig so that he could teach me how to be a proper guinea pig.  That was Victor.  He knew all about being an Uncle because he had an uncle when he was 3 weeks as well.  Some people say we don’t need uncles until we’re six weeks, but all the wise guinea pig owners know that we can make babies when we’re four weeks if there’s the right lady pig around.  But we shouldn’t live on our own until we’re at least six weeks, sometimes even eight weeks (Auntie Doris says it should be judged on weight, not age).

So Dougall and I came to live with Victor because he was ready to be an uncle to us, and Mummy wanted us to stay forever anyway, so it all worked well.  Then we met Humphrey as well, and he was a pretty good uncle too.  When Victor moved out of our cage he went to live with Humphrey and we messed about with both of them whenever we had floor time or grass time.

They were great uncles and I miss them.  I miss teasing Humphrey and making him think I’m going to jump on him.  I miss snuggling up to Victor and grooming his eye when it was weepy.  I’m glad they are both out of pain and safe over the Rainbow Bridge, but I still miss them.

Dougall’s getting in some practice at being an uncle with Oscar and Midge, but I don’t want to be an uncle.  I want to be in charge.  Oscar doesn’t seem to realise that yet.  And tomorrow is V and that’s for Victor.

Dylan! (and Dougall)

D is the best letter in the world, because it stands for DYLAN – and that’s me!  It also stands for Dougall, and that’s my brother.  I look after him, of course.  He’s always been shy and retiring.  Some people find us hard to tell apart but Dougall’s got a white bottom and I’ve got a white chin.  Other than that, we’re brown and hairy with a bit of white in the middle.  We’re not sleek, we have rosettes in our coats, sort of whirly bits where the hair changes direction.  Our dad was probably a Peruvian pig. And we’re three and one third years old.

Dylan & Dougall are three

We came to live with Mummy and Uncle Victor when we were three weeks old, and Mummy says she always knew I was going to be trouble.  All those early photos with Dougall huddling up shyly to Victor, and me round the back doing my thing or staring at the camera, saying “go on then!”.  Hee, hee.  I think they look fun.  Mummy asked me something the other day.  She said “Do you stand on the right with Dougall on your left all the time by accident, or is there some grand plan?”  It’s just the way it should be, Mummy.

Mummy’s written one short story about us called Dylan’s Yuletide Journey and you can download it FREE at smashwords.  She says we’re going to have more adventures and turn up in the last book, or possibly the last two books, and we’re very important.  Well, of course we are!  We’re the Princelings of the North.  I might blog about the place she says we come from in the letter I, because I don’t know anyone whose name begins with I.  You’ll have to come back again and see.  I hope you do!