Posted by: kerryannekay | July 1, 2017

Poop

As a guinea pig mother, one of the best things that I can do is check the boys’ health is to check their poop on a daily basis.  So as I clean I grab a bean or two and check its firmness, size, shape, and smell.  When one of those things is off, one of the boys is having a potential issue.

It’s not like I enjoy dissecting beans.  Or that I give them ratings: “Yes, firmness is an 8, size is a 10, shape is an 8, and smell is a 2… This bean passes inspection.”  Besides, guinea pig beans are not like traditional poop.  They only eat hay, veg, and lettuces.  So, the poop is cleaner and usually doesn’t smell.

So the other day, I noticed that some of the beans in the boys’ area were a bit odd in shape.  When I picked one up it was way too soft.  I knew one of the boys was not feeling well or had eaten too much.  I picked up Lamont and inspect his backside.  It was clean.  He protested as I put him back in the cage.

When I picked up Fred, I saw that he had some soft poop sticking to his butt.  “Fred, you are the winner!” I declared to him.  I tucked him under my arm and we went off to the bathroom to give him a butt bath.  Fred didn’t complain one time as I washed his backside.  I think he enjoyed getting cleaned up.

When Fred was done, I took him downstairs and gave him some probiotics.  I always keep BeneBac in the fridge.  Initially, Fred fought me on taking the probiotics.  After he got a quick taste of it, he wouldn’t let go of the tube.  “Hey,” I said, “let it go!”  He released his grip and then went in for another grab.  “Nope!” I said pulling the tube away from him, “Your brother needs to get some too!” I laughed and headed back upstairs with Fred in my arms.

When I got upstairs, I put Fred back and grabbed Lamont.  Of course, he complained and squirmed in my hands.  “Stop,” I said, “here have some of this…” Lamont got a taste and grabbed on to the tube with his teeth.  “I know you like that stuff too…” I teased him.  When he finally released the tube, I put him back in the cage.

By the second day, Fred’s poop was back to normal.  I treated the boys for five days to make sure they were ok.  I know that Lamont did not need the probiotics.  However, when you have two guinea pigs together, it’s advisable to treat them together.  The probiotics don’t hurt a healthy guinea pig but can keep that healthy guinea pig healthy.

Poop is life.   – KA

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Posted by: kerryannekay | June 22, 2017

Spa Adventure – Part Three and Four

Part Three:

I sat in the waiting room of the pet spa for another five minutes in dead silence.  The boys knew something was up too.  They didn’t make a peep.  “This is stupid,” I sighed and got up.  I walked up to the welcome desk and began to ring the service bell.

*ding* *ding* *ding* the bell rang with a dainty echo. There was no response.  I looked up and waved to the camera pointing at the front desk.  “Hello?” I politely called.  Nothing.

I tried again.  This time I hit the bell a bit harder… *DING* *DING* *DING* it rang with a harshness that reflected my growing impatience.  “Helloooooo!” I called to the camera, “Are my guinea pigs going to be able to get their nails done? Hello?”  I waved at the camera for emphasis.  I stood there for several moments more.  No one came out to help me.

Now I was angry.  I pounded the bell *DRING* *DRING* *di* in the middle of the third ding, the bell gave up the ghost.  I picked up the bell and a part fell out.  “Ooops,” I said putting it down gingerly.

It was obvious that I wasn’t going to be served by these people.  I turned, walked to the boys’ carrier, picked it up, and walked out with them in tow.
“You’re not getting your nails done today…” I sighed.  I put the boys into the front seat.  As I started to strap them in I looked up and saw a sign on the nail salon next to the pet spa.  ‘We specialize in pet and owner packages!’

“Huh,” I said to the boys.  Looking down at the carrier I asked, “You wanna try it?” A small *wheek* came from Lamont.  “Yeah,” I agreed with him.  Fred added a *errreeerreee*, “That’s true,” I replied, “the worst they can do is tell us to leave…” It was decided.  I grabbed the carrier and walked over to the nail salon…the human nail salon with the boys.

Part Four: 

My greeting was totally different at this place.  “Helllooooo!” a small Asian women called from behind the desk, “You want a pamper for you and your dog?” she asked

“Two guinea pigs,” I corrected her, “and just a nail trim for them please…”

“Ooooo,” she asked turning her head not understanding what I had said.

I put the carrier down on a chair in the waiting area and took out Fred.  “Ohhh!” the lady exclaimed with pure joy.  Her small feet moved like lighting as she came over to hold Fred.  I handed him to her.

“That’s Fred,” I said, “and this,” I added grabbing Lamont out of carrier, “is Lamont.”

“Two!” she exclaimed.  “Oooo!” she said shifting Fred in her arms.  She deftly took Lamont out of my hands.  “Ok, you pick color,” she said pointing at the rack of nail polish with her chin.

“No colors!” I called to her back as she rushed off to show off Fred and Lamont.  “Just a trim, please!” It was no use.  She was gone with my guinea pigs.  Lamont was handed off to another nail technician who giggled and promptly began fawning over him.  The first lady and the second technician went into a side room with the boys.  I sat down hoping that the boys were in good hands.

A third lady came over to me and asked, “Mani-pedi?”

“No thank you.  I’m just here for the boys…er… the guinea pigs,” I explained.

“Oh,” the technician exclaimed undeterred, “You can match them!”  She stepped over to the massive wall of nail polishes.  “It’s all pet safe!”

“Yes,” I said politely, “I understand.”  I then added, “Do you know where my guinea pigs are?”

“Pet room,” the technician said plainly.

“Pet room?” I asked.

“We have a room for pets…for sanitary reasons,” she explained.

“Oh, good idea,” I said.

“Your nails?” the lady asked again.

“I have to get the boys back home,” I explained clearly disappointing the technician.  “But, I will come back tomorrow… okay?”

“Okay!” the technician declared, “I see you then!”  She turned and went back to her desk area.

Moments later the front desk lady appeared out of the ‘pet room’ with Fred and Lamont tucked into her sides like she was carrying two footballs.  “All done!” she declared.  I opened the carrier and she deftly popped both boys into it.  “All done!” she said turning to me.  “NO color…clear!  OKAY!” she told me.

“Okay, thanks,” was my response.  “How much?” I asked.  She gave me a price that was under $20 for both boys.  I happily paid and gave the lady a generous tip for her and the other technician.  I grabbed the carrier and took the boys home.

The next day, I returned to the nail salon as promised.  I was greeted with “Guinea pig lady!” by the women at the front counter.  It was the most wonderful thing someone could have said to me.  I got a mani-pedi for myself.  And yes, I matched the boys.  I got a clear coat.

 

I found a new place for Fred and Lamont to get their nails done.  And I found a new place for my nails.  I won’t return to the pet spa.  A small amount of respect and a joy for life can go so far.  They have earned my business.

Posted by: kerryannekay | May 26, 2017

Spa Adventures – Part Two

Where was I?  Oh yes, so this little girl with this poor dog named Princess wanted to know what was in the box.  Of course, I was nice and told her “guinea pigs”.  She looked like she had just won the lottery

“OOOOOOOOOOO,” she cooed as her voice up three octaves, “I looooove guinea pigs…”

This girl was way too enthusiastic about getting her hands on my boys.  She remined me of the little girls in the movie “The Shinning”.  Creepy.  All I said was, “Yes, so do I…”

The little girl took two steps closer to me, “Can, can, can,” she stammered, “can I see them?  Can I play with them?”

“Ahhhhhh…” I said looking down at the carrier in the seat next to me.  “I think that they are sleeping…”  In response to my statement, the boys decided to start a loud argument.

“It doesn’t sound like they are sleeping to me…” the girl said with her most silky voice.

“Well, they, they, talk in their sleep…” I blurted out.

Again, the girl took two steps towards me.  “Are they running in their sleep?” she asked while pointing at the clearly rocking carrier.

“Uhhhhhh,” I mumbled.  The girl then tilted her head and gave me her most beguiling smile.  She took another step towards the carrier.  *queue “Psycho” shower scene music* I had to do something to stop her.  “My guiena pigs bite!” I blurted out and added, “They almost took off the last groomer’s finger!”

That proclamation stopped the girl in her tracks.  “Well,” the girl sniffed in disgust, “all of my pets are well behaved and would not try to eat anyone’s fingers…”  She turned and walked back towards her dog.

“Yeah,” I said for the benefit of this girl, “fifty stiches.”

And that’s when I looked up and saw the employee standing there with the sign-in clipboard.  Her mouth was wide open in dismay.  She stood there staring at the carrier.  Of course, Fred and Lamont were still in an argument and rocking it.

“Cut it out,” I loudly whispered while I *coughed* to cover the noise of gently slapping the top of the carrier.  The boys went still.  The employee went pale white.  A heavy moment of silence fell over the room.

“Are you ok?” I asked out of true concern for her wellbeing.  My question managed to get her out of her shock.

“P-p-p-p-prin-pinc-princesssss?” she managed.

“She was first,” the little girl said pointing at the carrier.

“I, I, I-I, I can-t-t-t do that thing…” the employee blurted out, “I’m not trained.”  The little girl nodded buying this lady’s story.   The employee walked up to the mother, grabbed the dog’s leash, and said, “Let’s go!”  There was no greeting or consult.  The employee took the dog and took off to the safety of the back area.

“Wait,” the mother yelled, “How do you know what I want?”

“Fill out the form on the front counter,” came the employee’s voice.  The back-room door closed with a firm thud.

“Well, I never!” the mother exclaimed.  She got up and marched over to the counter.  While there, she angrily scribbled on a guest request form.  When she was done, she called to her daughter, “Let’s go!”  The little chimes on the door jingled as the door swung open and then shut.

Silence.

I was left in an eerily silent waiting room with Fred and Lamont in their carrier.  I said the first thing that came to my mind, “Was it something I said?”
Where did everyone go?  Will Fred and Lamont be allowed to get their nails cut?  Why does Kerry Anne’s imagination always run wild?  Come back next week for part three of: “Spa Adventure”.   – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | May 25, 2017

Oh my…

I just got done with half of today’s blog and my computer died. I’m afraid if I try to fix it right now, I may throw it out of the 2nd story window. I will take my computer home with me on Thursday to finish the blog. Oh my… – KA 

Posted by: kerryannekay | May 11, 2017

Spa Adventures – Part 1

A new pet groomer opened nearby recently.  So, I called and asked if they would be willing to trim my two guinea pigs’ nails.  The nice lady on the phone agreed after having me ensure that their nail trims were similar to a cat or dog.  She had never cut any guinea pig nails and wanted to make sure it was something that she could handle.

So, I loaded the boys into their carrier, bucked it into the car, and off we went.  When I arrived at the store, there were two people in front of me.  I signed my pets name and requested service on the visitor’s guest book and sat down.  Several minutes later a lady from the back emerged.  She checked the guest book and called, “Bubbles, are you ready for your pampering session?” I snickered when I heard the employee say that to the waiting room.

A woman got up and walked towards the employee.  Her and her poodle wore matching scarves.  The white poodle walked across the floor as if anything less than luxury pillows under her paws was unacceptable.  I half snickered and half laughed at the site.  The lady turned at me and scowled.  To cover, I cleared my thought and coughed.  I was relieved when I heard her discussing a “pick up time” for “Bubbles” after she received the “full day spa treatment” with “no expenses spared” with the employee.

The employee pulled out a rack of nail polish colors and began to discuss “today’s look for the modern dog” and “colors that would complement Bubble’s fur”.  I almost lost it again.  All I could think was, ‘Her fur is white…  All colors compliment white…  What is this lady thinking?’ Several more moments passed and Bubbles was successfully handed off to the employee.  As the Lady left, she made sure to put her nose up in the air and show me her distain for my small outbursts.

The spa door closed and I let out an audible sigh.  “That wasn’t for you…” a voice called from my left.  “It was for me,” the voice added.

“Oh?” I asked as I saw a lady with a brown mutt sitting at her feet.

“Rusty rolled in his poop again,” she said matter-of-factly.  “He does this at least once a month…”

“Oh,” was all I could get out.  And then, I noticed the smell.  “OHHH,” I added.

“Yeah,” the lady sighed, “that poodle had enough perfume on it to be a walking air freshener.”

“Yeah…” I got out before starting to gag on the smell.  “Perfume,” I added.

I was saved by a “Rusty?” coming from another employee.  She walked forward towards the dog and abruptly stopped.  “Did you have a bit of an accident?” she asked carefully.

“No,” his mother said, “He rolled in his own poop…again.”

“Again?!?” the employee asked sounding fake and overjoyed.

“Just hose him down and scrub him down.  I don’t want that stuff in my tub and it’s too cold outside for the garden hose,” the lady said standing up offering a crusty leash.  The employee looked at the leash in horror.  She quickly recovered her composure and grabbed it gingerly with two fingers.

“Uhhhhhh…” the employee half asked and half sighed.

“Just scrub down,” the lady said, “He doesn’t need any of that froufrou crap.  You’ll make your money off of us when we have to come back…  He does this quite often…”

“Often?” the employee asked.

“Yes,” the lady said looking down at the dog and scowling, “He was in deep… deep… well, you know, with his dad over this…  You should see the couch…”

Hearing enough, the employee said, “Ok, let’s go Rusty.”  She turned to walk into the back.  The dog dutifully followed.

When the employee was gone, the lady said to me, “Let them know I’ve gone to get something to eat. Okay?”

“Sure,” I said as she walked out of the door.

I sat for another couple of minutes before more business walked in.  It was a mom and her daughter.  The daughter had a walking hairball in tow.  There were ribbons and barrettes all over the hairball.  “You sit down with Princess,” the mother told the daughter, “I will sign us in…”

“Oh, my…” I gasped as the poor hairball walked past me.  I could not tell what type of dog was under that hair.

The mother must have heard me.  “Uhhh,” she sighed as she went to sit down, “my younger daughter likes to ‘style’ Princess’ hair.  She got a bit carried away with it this time.  I can’t get most of it out…”

“Oh,” I replied.  Then added, “It’s important to have career goals…”

The mother giggled at me. That’s when the daughter noticed my carrier.  “What’s in the box?” she asked.

“Guinea pigs…” I replied.

“OOOOOOOOOOO,” the daughter replied with her voice going up three octaves, “I looooove guinea pigs…”

‘Oh, my…’ was all I could think to myself.

 

Will the dog that rolled in poop ever be clean?  Will the girl in the waiting room leave KA along?  Will Fred and Lamont actually get their nails cut?  Visit us again next week for the exiting continuation of: “Spa Adventure”.  You don’t want to miss it! – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | May 4, 2017

I fell asleep…

It’s been a week so far.  Interims are due.  Large student projects are due.  Large student project need to be graded.  Those same large student projects need to be edited for publication.  My class’ entries into a guide about those large projects are due.  I have two parent meetings after school.  Like I said, it’s been a week so far.

When I got home, I fed the boys and sat down on the floor to watch television.  I have a really nice pillow there too… I put my head down on that nice pillow and fell asleep.

I was rudely woken up by Lamont screaming in my ear.  Apparently, I was too close to the cage for too long and not giving him treats.  Fred stood behind him grumbling in sympathy.  “Oooohhh, boys,” I sighed, “I fell asleep… What time is it?” I looked at the clock and noticed that it was almost time for bed.  “Aughhh!” I cried, “I’ve got to write the blog and get ready for bed….”

So, that’s why this is a short blog…  I promise next week will be better… The boys got their nails done at a new groomer.  That was traumatic for that poor lady.  I just can’t do the story justice with how tired I am.  Thank you for your understanding. I can barely stay awake.  I want to go to bed.  Is it Friday yet?  – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | April 27, 2017

MadPigs

As a guinea pigs mother, I hear myself saying the same things over and over again to Fred and Lamont.  You know, stuff like: “Stop sniffing your brother’s butt!”  My original idea was to simply list those phrases and make them into a blog.  But, that seemed too dull.  So, I decided to try something a bit different.  I’m going to list those phrases with key words taken out and allow YOU to fill them in.  Each phrase will be given a number and you can fill them in by listing the number and your words in the comments down below.  Here is an example:

Example:  E) “Stop (_____) your brother’s (_____)!” 

Response: #E taking, food. 

The sentence now reads: “Stop taking your brother’s food!”

You can add more than one word to each blank.  Alright, here we go!

1) Boys!  Please stop (_____) to (_____) each other!

2) No, you cannot (_____) another (_____)!

3) Can’t we all just (_____)?

4) This is not a (_____)!

5) You have enough (_____).  You can’t have (_____)!

6) Oh, Lamont, you’re such a (_____)…

7) Fred what is up with your (_____)?

8) Boys, (_____)! Boys?

9) It’s (____), go to (_____)!

10) I (_____) you two.

I hope that you have fun with this and try to keep it clean.  Thanks! – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | April 20, 2017

Cutting the Grass

A new house has brought new responsibility into my life.  The worst new thing I have to do is cut the grass.  I hate cutting the grass.  And the worse part?  It keeps growing.  That means I have to go back out there and cut it again!  Who in their right mind would plant something that requires such a high level of maintenance?  Seriously!  I can barely keep plants alive and I’m expected to maintain an entire yard of grass… Whaaaa?  That grass stands no chance…  But, I digress…

I was out on Monday evening performing my least favorite task.  I had to stop half way through cutting the grass to go and use the ladies room.  After my business, I went upstairs to check on the boys.  They don’t like loud persistent noises and I wanted to make sure they were okay.  Fred and Lamont went crazy when I walked into the room.  They danced, they strutted, they jumped, and they whined at me.  “What’s up? Dudes?” I asked kneeling down.  Lamont ran from the backside of the cage, jumped over the ramp and slid into the front bars.  Fred was hot on his non-existent tail.

I giggled at their silliness.  “Oh,” I sighed, “I’m happy to see you, too!” I put my hand down into the cage and began to pet Lamont’s head.  He quickly shook his head and maneuvered such that he was standing with his paws on the back of my hand.  “Silly, dude,” I said.  Lamont began to lick my hand.  “Monty?” I asked, “Do you two need a salt lick?”  Fred began to sniff at my hands.

“Uhhhhh,” I stammered, “Yes, I did wash my hands after using the bathroom.”  Fred began to lick my hand too.  “What is up with you two?”  I asked.  “OHHHH!” I sighed several minutes later, “You guys smell the grass on my hands from emptying the lawnmower bag!” That’s when ‘Fangs-McGee’ showed up and tried to take a chomp out of my index finger.  “OUCH!” I yelped as I pulled my hand out of the cage.  “Someone bit me!” I added incase my guinea pigs needed clarification on what had just happened.  “BOYS!” I admonished them both.

“Okathy,” I said with my finger in my mouth to stop the bleeding.  “Whoth didth thattt?”  They were both silent.  “Finth,” I complained pulling my injured digit out of my mouth.  “That wasn’t nice…” I added.  Fred and Lamont stood there sniffing the air with an odd glazed over look in their eyes.  “Are you two getting high?  Off the smell of grass?” I asked in shock and dismay.  “Oh, my!” I added as I got up and backed away from the boys’ cage.  Their noises tracked me as I backed out of my room.  I slowly closed the door behind me.

I have to Google that…’ I thought to myself as I headed back outside.  So, I Googled: “Can guinea pigs get high off the smell of grass?”  The Google search returned 14,000,000 possible matches in less than 1.5 seconds.  ‘Wonderful,’ I thought to myself.  ‘I’m just overreacting…as usual,’ I thought.

I went back to cutting the grass all of the time worrying about Fred and Lamont’s reaction to the smell of grass.  My mind wandered as mower went: ‘Were they high?  Could I turn them into grass addicts?’ It was all too much.  The shear smell of gra…  An odd smell drew me out of thoughts and back to the lawnmower.  It was smoking.  “CRAP!” I yelled letting go of the safety bar.  The lawnmower protested and then stopped.

I grabbed the lawnmower handle and dragged the thing at top speed back to my hose.  I hooked up the hose to the deck washer and turned on the water full blast.  When that wasn’t enough to stop the smoke, I grabbed the pull cord, held the safety bar down, and let it rip.  The lawnmower came back to life and water began to spew out from all sides of the deck. The smoke finally ceased.  “Whew…” I sighed and let go of the safety bar.  I turned off the water.

That’s when I heard my next-door neighbor laughing at me.  “Hey,” he called from his yard.

“Hey,” I sheepishly responded trying not to draw too much attention to obvious mess I had just made next to my patio.

“You know,” he giggled, “They won’t catch on fire if you empty the bag when it’s full…”

“It’s not my fault!” I protested walking over to the fence that separates our yards.

“Ohhhh, nooooo?” he asked with a smirk.  “Then who’s fault, is it?”

“My guinea pigs made me do this…” I plainly stated.

“Your guinea pigs?” he questioned.

“Yes,” I replied, “They cause me all sorts of issues…”

“This is a good story, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Yeup,” I said.

It took me a good fifteen minutes of storytelling, explanations, and hand gestures to explain to him about Fred and Lamont.  He found the entire situation humorous and familiar.  He had his own stories to tell me about his dog “Tubbs” or we call him the “Yapper”.  We both had a good laugh bonding over the crazy things our pets have done and made us do.

Once again, Fred and Lamont have made my life interesting.  And once again, I’m perhaps the only person in the world that can say, “My guinea pigs almost caught my lawnmower on fire!” – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | April 12, 2017

Treat Me

Alas, I have finally found a healthy treat that both boys like.  It’s a timothy hay ring that is all natural and high in fiber…and is good for them.  Both Fred and Lamont have caught on to the fact that I give them treats once or twice a day.  I try to only give them treats once or twice a day.  Lamont has decided that he doesn’t like that rule…at all…

 

I was home sick today this afternoon after a doctor’s appointment.  After I got home, I laid down on the couch and wrapped myself in a blanket.  As soon as the television volume went on, the boys started to complain.  I had made the mistake of coming home and not going upstairs to greet them:

Lamont: *wheek, wheek, wheek*

Me: “What?” *mutes television*

Lamont:  *WHHHEEEEEK*!!!!

Me: “I’m on the couch sick…”  *forced cough*  “Hear that?” *real cough*

Lamont: *Brrrrrrrrrr…*

Me: “Don’t you yell at me, young man!”

Fred: *wheek*

Me: Muttering to self, “Oh, great, now they are both at it…”

Lamont: *wheek, wheek, wheek*

Me: “Fine, I’ll come up there.”

I walked upstairs and was greeted by two dancing guiena pigs. “Was it truly necessary to make me hike up these stairs in my condition?” I asked them both as they ran laps.  There was no response.  I put stuff down that I had carried upstairs and turned to leave.  The boys noticed this and stopped.

Lamont let out an ungodly *WHHHEEEEEK* at me.  “What?” I asked turning.  Then I saw the bag of treats.  “Do you want a treat?” I asked.  Both boys simultaneously popcorned.  “Well, then,” I giggled, “I’ll take that as a strong yes.”  I gave the boys each two treats and went back downstairs.

I snuggled back into my blanket and unmuted the television. The complaints started back up:

Lamont: *wheek, wheek, wheek*

Me: “No, Lamont, no!” *mutes television*

Lamont: *wheek, wheek*

Me: “I can’t hear you…” *unmutes television*

Lamont: Turns up his own volume *WHEEK*

Me: “Oh, for goodness sake!”

I got up and went back upstairs.  Again, the boys started dancing in anticipation of a treat.  “No, no, no…” I scolded them.  “Treats are treats…  You’re not supposed to get them every five minutes… That’s what makes them treats.”  They didn’t want any of my explanation.  Fred began to *burrrrrrr* at me in anger and Lamont threw his head side to side.  “What has gotten into you two?” I asked.  “Stop!” I said firmly.  They didn’t.

“Fine,” I sighed picking up the treat bag and shaking.  Both boys stopped and ran to the cage bars anticipating their tasty morsel.  “This is it!” I said as I handed each one treat ring.  I put the bag away and headed downstairs.

I didn’t even make it half way down the stairs before the begging started again.  A cacophony of *wheek, wheek* and *brrrrrr, brrrrrr* floated down the stairs.  I thought to myself, ‘I’m never going to get in a nap at this rate… I need to outsmart these two numb-sculls.’  Then it hit me!

“Ok, boys,” I shouted up the stairs, “I’ll be back in about…” I paused to set my alarm on my phone, “oh, about two hours…”  The noises continued.  I added my customary good bye, “Behave, you two!”   I went to the front door, opened it, and then loudly closed it.  The noise stopped.  I giggled to myself, “Success!”

I turned off the television so that there would be no auditory trace that I was still home.  Then I laid down for my well-deserved nap.  Fred and Lamont were silent throughout my entire nap.  When I woke to my phone alarm, the other two house alarms went off.  ‘So much for the snooze button.’ I thought as I got up off of the couch.  I yelled upstairs to the boys:

Me: “What’s up dudes?”

Lamont: *wheek, wheek, wheek*

Fred:  * wheek, wheek, wheek*

 

It never ends.  But that’s okay.  At least I got a two-hour nap in… – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | April 6, 2017

Free-Rangers?

With Fred and Lamont adjusted to the new house, I’ve decided to give them a bit more freedom.  My ultimate goal is to have them out and about in my bedroom free-ranging.  So, this past Monday, I put away their outer wall and told them they had freedom…  Easier said than done.

The trial started off well enough.  I undid the boys’ out fence and said, “Go forth and roam!”  They both stood there and looked at me as if I was crazy.  I added, “No seriously, you two can roam the room.  Just try not to use the bathroom out here. Ok?”  Fred bent over and got another pellet from the bowl.  Lamont chewed his ‘cud’.  It was not the response I was hoping for from them.

I sat on the floor and watch television for about five minutes.  At one point, both boys stood at the edge of their news papered area.  I clicked with my tongue to call them, “*click* *click* Come here dudes!”  They stood still not wanting to cross the boundary between newspaper and rug.  “Okay,” I sighed, “Perhaps a treat will lure you out?”

I got up went over to the GP storage area and retrieved their favorite snack.  As I shook the bag, Lamont began to run around in excited circles…in the cage!  Fred shook his head and whined at me.  “Well,” I taunted, “all you two have to do is come over here and they are alllllllll yours…” They both began to make a racket but would not come over to get their treats.  I was forced to give them several treats to quiet them down.

Five minutes later an idea hit me.  I would fake them out!  “Okay,” I giggled, “Perhaps you are shy…  I’m going to use the bathroom.  And, if you want to escape, there might be a treat or two in it for you.  Got it?” I got up and left the room.  I closed the door behind me.  I wasn’t going to actually use the bathroom.  No.  I put my ear against the door to my bedroom to spy on Fred and Lamont.

I stood listening for the slightest sound of them exploring the room.  I hoped to hear their curiosity ping-ers in full out exploration mode.  I heard them go from the front to the back of their cage multiple times.  I heard them rumble strut at each other.  I even heard one of them knock over the pellets.

After a long wait, I slowly and carefully opened the door to see if the boys were out and about.  Nope.  Both had climbed into a snuggle sacks and fallen fast asleep.  “Really?” I asked the snoozing duo.

So, the first trial of “Free Fred” and “Free Lamont” was not a success.  The next time I am home with them for a bit, I will try to get them out.  Perhaps I just need to put them on the rug to start them off.  I can’t stand seeing them in their cage all day.  They haven’t made any attempts to escape.  Well, it’s about time to leave the nest.   Mama bird is kicking her babies out! – KA

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