Posted by: kerryannekay | March 22, 2019

Spring

Spring is in the air. I can tell by the weather and the boys’ behavior. Crazy.

Every time I walk into the bedroom to see the boys, they seem to be up to something. They will freeze, look up at me, and then bolt for cover. Why?

I don’t get it. It’s not like I am walking into the bedroom like some elephant. Or bursting into the bedroom out of the middle of no where, in some sort of dramatic fashion. No.

Like tonight, when I walked into the bedroom, both Fred and Lamont, froze and gave me bug eyes. You know, where guinea pigs pop their eyes out and you can see the whites? Uh-huh. I got that as a greeting.

So, I stood there and looked back at them. After a brief show down, I asked, “What? What are you two up to?”

They bolted for cover. Nice way to greet your mother…

It’s got to be the time of year. Spring. Perhaps it’s all the pollen in the air that drives everything crazy. I mean both Fred and Lamont have bolted on me before. But this, is an ongoing theme in their behavior over the last two weeks.

How many months is spring? I may not survive… – KA

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Posted by: kerryannekay | March 8, 2019

Adoption

Recently I was contacted by someone who needed a new home for their chinchillas.  The person was despite to find a new home for them.  The family that bought these two chinchillas had a child and didn’t have the time to take care of them.   I gave it a long thought, did some research, and decided not to take them…

That’s why I’m writing this blog.  I wanted to write something about responsible pet ownership.  I know that if you are reading this, you are a mostly likely not the person I need to talk with.  But not everyone thinks like you and I…responsibly.  You see pets are only in your life for a short period of time but, you are in their life for the entire thing.

I always tell people to do research on the pet that they are interested in adopting.  What do they eat?  What kind of vet care do they need?  How do you groom them?  How do you handle them?  How long do they live?  Knowing the facts about what pet you are adopting is so important.  In fact, it could save the pet’s life!

I did my research about chinchillas.  My heart wanted them but my brain knew I couldn’t take care of them as well as they needed.  I’ve got Fred and Lamont.  I pour my heart, soul, and resources into their care.  I have committed to them fully.  Adding two more pets in my life just wasn’t in the cards.  It saddens me that not everyone thinks about their pets like I do.  They are my family.

I always get nervous this time of year about what I see on-line.  People posts about buying rabbits and chicks at the store as Easter gifts for their children.  I fear for those poor babies.

About two months from now, I will go for a walk in the local park and see a dozen or more of those Easter gifts abandoned and struggling to survive.  They are no longer cute, no longer wanted, and no longer safe.  I always have to stop going to the park for a while because I’m afraid I’ll see the aftermath of some tragic event.  My heart would shatter.

Pets are for life.

I would like to ask a favor of all of you that may make a difference and help stop pets from being abandoned.  Be smart with where you put your money and time.  Choose companies that support adoption and rescue.  Got to your local shelter or rescue and choose to adopt and rescue.  Volunteer for or donate to organizations that rescue.  Always spay and neuter your pets.

My brother, mother, and myself have NEVER bought a pet.  We have always rescued or adopted.  I am so proud of that family value.  I hope that you will adopt the same value we have:  Adopt.  Don’t Shop.  – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | February 15, 2019

Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day!  On one of the sweetest days of the year, I thought I would share three of the sweetest things about Fred and Lamont…

Every time I pick up Fred and Lamont, they like to squirm around in my arm or on my lap until they are comfortable.  Once they settle in, they are completely still and I can feel them melt into me.  At the end of the melt, both always let out a sigh.  The three of us are at peace with each other.  This has to be the nicest way to spend time.

At night, Lamont likes to sneak next to Fred in one snuggle sack.  Fred always protests.  I don’t think it’s a real protest.  I think it’s Fred putting on a show.  Once Fred gives in, there is peace and quiet.  It’s a lovely silence.  Lamont will quietly chortle to himself when he’s falling asleep next to Fred.  I think it’s comforting for them both.  I can look under the cover and see them next to each other.

Every time I put a meal down for the boys, Lamont will not enter the kitchen area before Fred.  If Fred is sleeping, Lamont will whine and complain that he’s hungry until Fred gets up and goes to the dish.  Once Fred starts to eat, Lamont feels free to eat.  They are inseparable when they are eating.  They are a family that always eats together.

So, on this day of love, don’t forget to show some love to your pets.  They show their love everyday.  – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | February 1, 2019

Thursday…

It’s too cold outside. I don’t mind the cold but this is just horrible. I’ve hunkered down in my snuggle sack. The boys are in theirs. And I’ve turned up the bedroom heater for the both of us. I can’t imagine what the power bill is going to be like.

I accidentally left an orange in my trunk. It must have fallen out of my lunch. It was frozen solid this morning… I tried to peel it figuring that it would make a good snack. Yeah, bad idea. I broke two fingernails and almost broke a tooth.

And then, most of my student have been in a bad mood. It’s typical this time of year. They all have some type of cabin fever. It’s not easy being a teacher.

So, I’m sitting here writing this with Fred and Lamont on my lap. They are snuggled together under a blanket. It’s toasty warm under there. I keep hearing small noises of contentment from both.

It’s times like this that I realize how lucky I am to have both Fred and Lamont. And as I sit here and rub their heads, I know that they feel the same.

Stay warm. – KA has

Posted by: kerryannekay | January 25, 2019

Dinner, Again?!?

The marking period ended today at school. So, I’m up to my eyeballs in grading. The boys don’t care…

I’ve been yelled at no less than four times about snacks, extra lettuce, more hay, and extra pellets. I feel like a zombie that can grade and gives food to my guinea pigs.

The boys always want more food to eat for dinner. Tonight, this would be their dinner three for them. How do I know they want more? Easy! They stand near the plate and scream at me.

They are doing that right now. Standing. Staring. Screaming. So, I’ve got to cut this blog short. My boys are calling, I’ve got to a ton to grade, several student emails to answer, and several parent emails to answer.

It’s going to be a late night. Oy. – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | January 18, 2019

Winter Blues

So winter is here. There are benefits to being a teacher in the winter. Unexpected late opening, early dismissals, and school closing are the top three.

Don’t get me wrong, I love teaching and I love my students. But, I still get a thrill hearing about a schedule change due to inclement weather. It’s the kid in my heart.

The boys are bunkered down in their snuggle sacks most days and nights now. I’ve added a towel over the snuggle sacks to keep them extra warm. The problem is, they never want to leave there…even for meals.

I’ve stuck my hands in their sacks to tickle their butts and it’s time to eat. I’m always met with loud protests and lots is squirming. I’ve got to admit, it’s like an warm oven in there… Fred and Lamont may have a good idea.

It’s supposed to be brutally cold this weekend (8F/-14C). So as I write this I am trying to figure out how to create my own snuggle sack. It hit me: the internet!

I found one on my favorite shopping site. I paid for express shipping. It should be here on Sunday. I’ve included the picture below. The boys have the right idea! – KA

“MY snuggle sack!” – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | December 28, 2018

Oh, Fred

So this wasn’t the blog I had planned… As I was picking up Fred tonight, I felt a large lump on his back right butt next to his waxy spot.

“What the heck is that?” I asked him as I put him down. Fred bolted. “Uh-uh,” I told him, “Come here, I need to look at that!”

I scooped up Fred and put him on my chest for security. I felt a large bump. “Okay, is that a cyst, fat lump, or something else?” I asked his butt. The front side responded with an angry noise.

I took Fred into the bathroom to get a closer look. I pulled back his hair in the area and noticed a small scab. “Dude,” I sighed,”what is this thing?” As I felt gently around the scab, a white substance began to come out around it.

“Oh, that’s gross,” I told my poor guinea pig, “you’ve got an oily cyst.” Gentle pressure and warm water helped pull the rest of the stinky, oily, off white, tooth paste like substance out of him.

“Oh,” I complained as I gagged, “you are sure lucky I love you this much.” Fred sat there complaining to me. “I don’t like this either,” I explained as I used soap and water to clean the area.

“Okay,” I told him, “let me put some ointment on this and then you can go complain to Lamont about the abuse.” Fred continued to complain. I dried his but, applied ointment, and carried him back to his cage.

When I returned to the bedroom, I put Fred back into the cage. Lamont chattered his teeth at me in disapproval at Fred’s absence. “What?!?” I asked. “I was taking care of your brother,” I told him.

My hands smelled and I had to go wash them. Fred let out a huge wheek as I left the room. “Your welcome,” I called back, “you pain in the butt!” – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | December 7, 2018

To All a Good Night

It’s been a long week for me. I think it’s the short, gray days we’ve been having here. When I got home, I fed the boys and ate my dinner. I was tired and decided to lay down in front of the television in the bedroom.

Big mistake.

I woke up four hours later. The television was still on and my computer was sitting next to me in sleep mode. I looked down to see the sweetest sight.

Fred and Lamont managed to escape from their cage again. They hadn’t wandered far. They were both curled up against my stomach sleeping. “Oh, boys,” I sighed. “You two are so sweet.”

Lamont shifted and then yawned. Fred was out cold. I laid there for several minutes more. Lamont got up and began to stretch. He made a motion like he was going to let several beans fly. “Do that in the cage,” I told him.

He heard my voice and took off for the cage leaving several beans in his wake. Lamont ran into a bowl of pellets in his wake. It woke up Fred. “Hey, dude,” I said to Fred.

Fred stretched and sauntered off back to the cage. As he walked, he stopped at each of Lamont’s beans and left his own. “Fred!” I admonished him at his second stop. That didn’t dissuade him. He went on matching Lamont bean for bean.

I rolled on to my back and asked the ceiling, “Why do all of my guinea pigs have attitudes?” There was no answer. I heard the boys digging into their hay.

“Okay,” I said getting up, “time for bed.” Of course, the boys demanded a snack. I obliged their request…”Thank you for the snuggle,”‘I told them while fed them. “I am the luckiest mom in the world.” – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | November 23, 2018

Thanksgiving

This morning I was up at 6:00 am to start thanksgiving dinner for my family. Of course, I had to feed Fred and Lamont before I did anything. As I prepared their breakfast downstairs, I heard them dancing in anticipation of the meal upstairs.

I stopped what I was doing and stood there to listen to them. I realized that I was hearing the sounds of pure joy. Their dance made me smile.

As I waked I waked upstairs, Fred and Lamont called for me. “I’m coming!” I called back. ‘Silly boys,’ I thought. I walked into my room and the boys were standing right were I place their plate.

The boys enthusiastically went to work on their plate as soon as it hit the cage floor. I sat for a bit and watched them devour what was in front of them.

Lamont was the first to find a red bell pepper. As he took his first bite, his eyes grew wide and he stopped chewing for a moment in disbelief . “Yes, Lamont, that’s what you think it is,” I told him.

It didn’t take long for him to recover from the unexpected treat. He stuffed his face with the pepper. The area around his lips was soaked with red pepper. He looked like a clown.

Fred’s front paws were on the dish as he went after a second big piece of red pepper. He finished it in record time. “Dude,” I admonished him, “there’s plenty there! Slow down.” My warning fell on deaf ears.

“Okay!” I said, “Time to make the turnkey!” I got up and went to work on the human meal.

Two hours later I went upstairs to shower and get ready for guests. I popped my head in on Fred and Lamont. They were out cold in their snuggle sacks with both of their butts hanging out. I giggled at the site.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” I whispered to them, “I am grateful to have you both in my life. I love you both…”. – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | November 16, 2018

Snack Problems

Lamont has started to develop a bad habit.  He complains every time I walk into the room.  Like tonight, I walked in after school.  The first thing I heard was him screaming for me.  I walked up stairs to check on both of the boys.  As I walked into my room, I saw Lamont up on his back legs with his paws on the cage fence.  He was looking for a snack.  “Oh, Lamont,” I sighed, “you’ve got to get off of this snack obsession.  I can’t feed you each time I walk into the room.”

“Wheek,” Lamont responded.

“Here,” I told him and grabbed a snack for him and gave it him.

Several moment later Lamont was back at it, “WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEK!”

“No!” I told him.

“Wheek, wheek?” Lamont asked.

“No, no, no,” I replied to him.  Lamont chattered his teeth at me, turned, and let several beans fly before sauntering off.  “Fine,” I sniffed and walked off.

As I went downstairs, I heard Lamont yelling for me again, “WHHHEEEEK, pause,  WHHHEEEEK, pause, WHHHEEEEK.”

“NOOOOOO!” I yelled up from bottom of the stair well.  The yelling stopped.  “Thank,” and before I could finish the sentence, Lamont started up again.  “I’m not going to listen to this,” I said out loud to myself, “He’s not going to die,” I added walking into the kitchen.

As I began to make dinner, I hear Fred and Lamont running around their cage.  Every once and while, I heard them call for me.  “NO SNACKS!” I called back.

I put together the boys’ dinner and took it upstairs.  As I opened the door I was met with a loud, piercing “WHHEEEEK!” and saw two furry blurs tear across the room.  I was startled and threw my hands up protectively.

The plate of dinner, a fancy guinea pig salad, flew out of my hands.  Leaves of spring mix, carrots, tomatoes, and parsley rained down around me.  The plate hit the floor with a loud ‘thump’.

“BOYS!” I growled as I stood in the bedroom entrance and saw the salad strewn across the bedroom floor.  “Oh, boys,” I sighed as I bent down to clean up the mess.  Fred and Lamont took the second comment as an invitation to come out from behind the bed and have dinner.

Fred was the first one around the corner.  He found the closest sprig of parsley and began to chow down.  “Fred,” I sighed, “this isn’t a new type of modern guinea pig dinner.”  Lamont heard me talking to Fred and popped out from behind the bed.  He sniffed the air twice and headed straight for a tomato.  Lamont happily chewed on the tomato on the floor.  As far as he was concerned, dinner was served.

I put the plate in the center of the room and began to pick up the strewn salad.  Fred and Lamont helped clean one piece of edible debris at a time.  They were both happy.  I didn’t bother to move the plate back to their cage until they had their fill.

My sleepy boys did their business and went into their snuggle sacks to take a well-earned nap.  I thought they were asleep when I got up from the bed.  Nope.  Lamont let out a loud “WHHHEEEK!” and stuck his nose out from the bars of the cage to beg for a snack.

“NO SNACKS!” I told him.  “Isn’t that the whole reason for tonight’s mess?” I asked him.

Lamont let out a chuff at me and went back under the cover in the cage.  “Spoiled brat,” I called over my shoulder as I left my room and added, “Just the way I like my guinea pigs.” – KA

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