Posted by: kerryannekay | April 27, 2017


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


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

Posted by: kerryannekay | March 30, 2017

Naughty Boys

Today I completed quite a bit of yard work when I got home from school.  When I was done, I went into the kitchen to wash my hand.  My bedroom is above the kitchen and sometimes I can hear the boys running around.  Tonight, they were crazy up there.  I can actually tell the difference between Fred and Lamont when they run.  Fred has a heavy and choppy gate.  Lamont has a light gate that generally ends with a loud thump…when he runs into something.  I heard a loud thump and giggled knowing that Lamont had probably barrel rolled into something.

As I walked upstairs, the calamity continued.  I wondered what had gotten into my boys… When I opened the bedroom door, I saw that Fred had managed to mount Lamont and was attempting to have his way with him.  Lamont was not a happy camper and protested loudly.  “Fred!” I admonished, “Stop humping your brother!”  Fred stopped and Lamont took the opportunity to dash into a snuggle sack.  “We run a respectable place here!” I added, “That sort of behavior will not be tolerated…” Fred looked down with a palatable sense of regret.  I got back to my personal business.

Five minutes later the boys’ roles were reversed.  Lamont was enthusiastically humping Fred’s head.  “Oh, poop!” I cursed as I saw this.  “Now you cut it out, Lamont!” I scolded my naughty guinea pig.  Lamont stopped and Fred popped out from under him.  This time Fred made a hasty retreat.  “Monty,” I sighed, “We do not treat our brother like that in this house…”  Lamont started to whine at me.  “What?” I asked, “You’re not getting a girlfriend… Besides, your both neutered.  It’s supposed to stop that behavior…”

It is now bedtime and the naughty behaviors have not stopped.  I have tried to separate the two.  That just resulted in the both crying for each other.  I have tried to bribe them with snacks.  I have yelled at both.  I have held both of them.  I have… I have… I have given up!  I am tired and want to go to bed.  That yard work is tiring.  They are both going to have to deal with each other.  I’m going to bed.  Good night! – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | March 23, 2017

A Home, Finally

At first, I don’t think Fred and Lamont liked the new house.  Every new noise or new smell was a cause to set off the alarm and run.  I was beginning to wonder if they would ever adopt to the new house.  They were in a state of hyper-vigilance for quite some time.  I did the best that I could to make them feel better.

But life goes on and things need to happen…

The boys’ nails were long again.  So. I took them to the groomers to get them cut.  This time they were both well behaved and didn’t complain much.  They like this groomer.  It’s not the vet and this lady gives them carrots.

When we got home, I parked, unbuckled their seat belt, walked over to the passenger side of the car, and got their carrier out.  It was colder out so the carrier was covered by a towel.  As I keyed the door, the boys began to complain.  “Yes,” I sighed, “I know that you two don’t like being that close to each other… spoiled brats…”  We entered the house and I went upstairs to put the boys back in their area.

The carrier started to rock in my hand as I walked up the stairs.  “Boys!” I corrected them.  I got to the top of the stairs and had to put the carrier down.  I took the towel off and looked into the carrier.  The boys were popcorning.  “Boys?” I said, “Are you two excited to be home?”  They both started to excitedly squeak.  “Okay, okay,” I comforted them.  “Let’s get you two back into your area.”

I went into my bedroom and put the carrier down in the boys’ area while opening the door.  Fred flew out before it touched down.  He was followed by the ungraceful plop of Lamont.  “HA!” I laughed as picked the carrier back up.  Fred and Lamont’s unbridled joy continued.  They ran laps, popcorned, and even skidded out several times.  I sat and watched them for a good ten minutes before they were tired.

Fred got a long drink from the water bottle and yawed.  He headed for his snuggle sack.  Lamont caught Fred’s yawn.  He stretched and went into the other snuggle sack.  Both boys were sound asleep in record time.  I got up walked out.  As I was closing the door, I whispered, “I love you Fred.  I love you Lamont.  I’m happy to see your both like it here.  Welcome home.”   – KA


Posted by: kerryannekay | March 17, 2017

Four Food

The snowstorm closed my school district for two days. You would think a teacher would like snow days. I don’t. I like schedules.  Even in the summer, I develop a personal schedule. So these past two days totally threw me off. 

I went to bed Monday night absolutely expecting to not be in school on Tuesday. Sure enough we got a phone call that school was closed at 8 PM Monday night. Naturally I turn off my alarms and decided that I was going to sleep in.  

At about 4 AM the sleet was coming down very hard and it must’ve woken up Fred and Lamont. They both started calling for breakfast. Not knowing the time, I got up to use the ladies room and feed the boys. I didn’t wait for the boys to approve of my breakfast selections. I went back to bed and soon fell sleep to the gentle pinging of sleet off the roof. 

I woke at 6 AM out of habit. I saw the boys bowl was empty so naturally I grabbed it and went downstairs to make them breakfast. It was only on my way back up stairs that I realized that this was the second time I was making them breakfast. But, it was too late! There supersonic hearing had alerted them through two floors to the chopping noises comming from the kitchen.   Fred and Lamont chirped and danced in anticipation of their second breakfast. “Fine,” I moaned, “don’t expect this every morning…” I set their dish down and again the eagerly tucked in to breakfast.

The power went out at about 1 PM. I had to place a blanket over Fred and Lamont’s Cage to ensure that they stayed warm. At about 4:30 PM the power came back on. I took the blanket off of Fred and Lamont’s cage and was greeted by two happy pigs thinking it was time for breakfast…again! (Trust me there’s a specific wheek that they use when they want food.). The time in the mostly dark cage must have counted as “night”. So, in GP logic, the lights coming back on meant it was morning…

“Boys!” I called, “You will get your dinner at 6 PM like you do every night!”  This was unacceptable to both guinea pigs and they loudly protested. I refused to give into the pathetic noises coming from the bedroom. They were not starving! They had plenty of hay and pellets! 

Five minutes later I found myself in the kitchen making dinner for my spoiled guinea pigs. When I returned to the bedroom I was greeted like a hero. The boys did a happy dance around the bowl and made quick work of their dinner…

At 6 PM the house was back to normal temperature and the Internet was back. I went upstairs to stretch out in bed after shoveling the front walk. When I walked into the bedroom Fred and Lamont greeted me with a cacophony of wheeks and wines. “No!” I scolded the boys, “Just because it 6 o’clock doesn’t mean that you’re going to be fed!  You got fed at 4:30! You’re both done! No more food!  You going eat me out of house and home!”

My resolve lasted for a whole 15 minutes this time. I couldn’t stand it. I went downstairs and made the boys a second dinner. As I place the bowl down in their cage, the protests stopped and the boys began to eat…again! 

I can’t help but laugh at my two silly guinea pigs. They knew the right buttons to push and how to get food out of me. It’s true that you don’t own pets but that pets own you. But there was one unintended consequences of the four meals on Monday… Tuesday morning’s  bean count was through the roof! I had to clean their  cage out three times! I didn’t know it was possible for two guinea pigs to poop that much. What a mess! – KA 

Posted by: kerryannekay | March 9, 2017

The Yapper 

My new house has brought a host of new characters into my life. This new cast includes the neighbor’s dog.  I have been told the name of the dog multiple times. However, upon first meeting it, my brain gave him a nickname: “The Yapper”.

The first time I saw the dog in the neighborhood’s backyard, I called, “Hey, puppy! How are you?”  The dog started barking at me. “Ok,” I tried, “I’m not going to bother you… I’m just doing some yard work.”  My words didn’t appease the beast.  The barking continued. 

“Oy,” I sighed and went back to my work. As I raked the errant leaves up, the dog followed me back and forth along the yard. “Stop following me,” I scolded the dog when I was cleaning the fence line. That didn’t work. 

I sat down and tried to connect with the dog. “Look,”‘I said to the nose and teeth trying to bust through the fence, “I like dogs.  I may even like you.  But you’ve got to stop this… this… yapping.”  The dog would not listen to my reason. It kept baring and barking. 

I went back to working. After about five minutes more, I was done. I threw down my take and marched over to the fence. “Stop your yapping!” I scolded the dog.  I added “You are a freaking yapper!” for good measure. The dog stopped barking and tilted its head. 

“Yes,” I said defiantly, I called you a Yapper!” Just the I heard the neighbor’s screen door slide open.  

“I see you’ve made a new friend,” he called to the dog and I. 

“Hey,” I called back,

“I’m trying,” I said.  

“Let’s go *insert name here*,” he said and the dog ran into the house. “Have a good day,” the neighbor called as he slid the door closed.  I went back over to my rake and got to work. 

I’ve had several more run ins with Yapper since our first meeting. The dog still doesn’t like me. Perhaps it’s because I keep forgetting its name. Do dogs hold grudges for stuff like that? Or perhaps he doesn’t like me because I can’t remember his owners’ names. 
I apologize for the short blog today. I have a sore throat and I’m just not feeling well. There are several more stories I would like to write about Yapper. That little dog reminds me of Toto from “The Wizzard of Oz” and makes me want to act like the Wicked Witch of the West. Stay tuned. 

Posted by: kerryannekay | March 2, 2017

Call of the Siren

I think all of my town’s emergency services just flew past my house light and sirens blazing.  What a racket!  You would think the noise would bother Fred and Lamont.  It doesn’t at all.  In fact, they seem to think it’s sexy time when they hear sirens…

I started noticing a change in Fred and Lamont’s behavior after hearing sirens at the old apartment.  They would stop, stick their noses in the air, sniff, and pay close attention to the sounds.  At first, I thought that they were just being curious guinea pigs.  Then I saw that they would begin rumble-strutting around the cage’s perimeter.

Rumble-strutting is a guinea pig’s way of showing off for other guinea pigs.  Generally, this is done with a low throaty grumble-burbling noise and the wiggling of the GP’s butt as they slowly parade around the area.  The dancing pig will walk past its target multiple times in order to get the intended message across loud and clear.  It is used to impress potential mates, show dominance over other guinea pigs, or just to show that a guinea pigs is in heat…

I knew that the boys were not strutting to show dominance over each other…they weren’t even doing it near each other.  So, then why were they behaving like that when they heard sirens?  The answer came when we moved into the new house…  Unfortunately, there was an accident on the local highway near the house one late night.  A drunk driver had crashed his car into the barrier between the east and west bound lanes.  Multiple emergency vehicles pulled up to the scene with their light and sirens on.

The first siren woke me up.  I used the ladies room and then went to the front to make sure it was nothing that I needed to worry about.  That’s when I saw it was down a hill on the main road.  ‘I hope everyone is okay,’ I thought as I walked back up to the master bedroom.  I heard the boys rumble-strutting around.  “Dudes,” I sighed, “It’s an accident.  The sirens aren’t for you…”

The boys stopped their dancing and listened.  I thought their late-night shenanigans were over. Nope.  Another siren approached from afar.  The boys popcorned and start rumble-strutting with the enthusiasm on a teenager on his first unchaperoned date.  It hit me.  “Do you two think that’s a female guinea pig calling for sexy time to you two?” I burst out.  I got an immediate case of the giggles and flopped on to my bed laughing at my two silly boys.


Sure enough, when the third siren stated, the boys start going crazy.  Fred and Lamont were sure that they were going to get lucky tonight.  They were popcorning, dancing, and rumble-strutting all over the place.  Between shows of machismo, they ran laps.  “Boys,” I laughed from the bed, “That doesn’t even sound like a female guinea pig…and I don’t want to know what type of guinea pig makes that type of call…”  I belly laughed at the continued noises that emanated from their cage.

My statements did not deter the boys.  They were absolutely 100% positive that a sow was calling for them to join her for sexy time.  “Come here,” I said scooping up Lamont then Fred.  I placed both of them on my lap.  Both were breathing heavily from all of the exertion.  I petted their backs and sung to them as their breathing started to slow and they both calmed down. When both boys were ready to fall asleep, I put them back into their cage.  Fred went to his snug and Lamont to his.  I think they were out in record time.

I went back to bed after I put the boys down.  Fifteen minutes later my alarm went off.  “Nooooooooo…” I cried at it.  “Let me sleeeeeepppp…”  But it kept telling me that I needed to wake up.  I got out of bed and check on the boys.  They were both sound asleep.  “Must be nice,” I sighed and went to shower.

I was going to be a long day and I was tired.  When I got to school, my students asked me, “Why do you look like you didn’t sleep and are really tired.”  I stopped and thought really hard about my response.  I could tell them that I had to stay up with Fred and Lamont after they tried to get a date with a fire truck.  Or, I could tell them that there was an accident.  I told the ‘truth’.  “I wasn’t feeling well all night and had a difficult time falling asleep.  I think I’m coming down with something…” Some times less is more.  – KA

Posted by: kerryannekay | February 24, 2017


Lamont finished up his medicine last week. He is feeling a lot better. I can tell because of the trouble he is causing with his brother. 

Fred has a history of getting in the way of his brother. He will stand in the way of the food bowl, block the hay, and enter the pig hut when occupied. Lamont whines and chatters anytime Fred bothers him.  He usually just takes Fred’s rude behavior.  Recently, Lamont has had enough of his brother’s behaviors… especially in the last week. 

Lamont has started to nip Fred in the butt when he wants him to move. The first time I saw this I scolded Lamont, “Dude, leave your brother’s backside alone!” Lamont nipped at Fred again. This time, Fred moved with a small whine of protest. I realized what was going on.  “Oh, good boy, Lamont!  Show Fred you can stand up him!”  I sarcastically added, “It only took you four years…” 

It has now become a routine for the two when at the food bowl:  The boys are called to a meal. Fred rushes to be first. Lamont follows closely. Fred picks out a prime spot. Lamont tries to get in.  Fred blocks. Lamont whines. Fred clicks in warning. Lamont nips Fred’s butt. Fred protests. Lamont moves in for another nip. Fred moves just in time to save his butt. 

I have watched my two clowns go though this routine multiple times in one night.  I think that they enjoy bothering each other. Afterall, isn’t that what brothers do?    – KA 

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