So, this is a story back from December 2017. It is about a guinea pig named Gingercurtham, and his “boypig”, Peter. I thought you might want to read it again, or read it if you only just found Sunshine Bubble Station.
The Life Of Ginny
The Full Story
Hi, I’m Ginny. Ginny is short for Ginger. And Ginger is short for Gingercurtham. Long name, right? Well, that is what my owners, Lucy and Mark, call me.
And they also have children – four of them! They are always putting their grubby hands on my fur. I do not want to sound mean, but seriously? Do they have any idea how hard it is to get mouth-water or cotton candy out of fur? I often need Peter to help me.
Peter is my room-mate and boy pig. I think humans call the them boyfriends. I once heard one of the children, Chris, the only boy, who is four, say that he is a boyfriend to some girl named Ciri or Siri or something of the such. I think she picked me up once, and she looks much bigger than Chris. Maybe fifteen years or so?
So, now it is breakfast time, anyway. Ella is just coming out with some fresh vegetables. Ohh, carrot is my favourite! And celery is Peter’s.
Oh, and if you were wondering, I have brown and white fur, and shiny white teeth which love chomping on carrots and grass.
“Peter!” I shout. “Come back, honey carrot!”
Peter is often very cheeky, but something seems wrong today!
When Erin, the youngest daughter, came to give us lunch and opened the door to put the grass, hay and carrot in, Peter slipped out of the cage, under her hand, and is now running round the balcony (our cage is on the balcony).
And Erin’s hands look sticky, so I’ll probably have to help Peter later, as Erin will have to catch him. Oh, well. That is what you get for doing something as a Guinea Pig without permission.
After a while of Erin running around, Peter was back in the cage of me, giving me a quick kiss.
“Silly Peter, you have to ask if you can run around! You scared me!” Erin says, locks the gate, and skips inside to have her own lunch.
Almost every day is like this, except for the part where Peter escapes from the cage. We get up, eat, play, eat, exercise, eat, go to bed, repeat. Funny, right?
Sometimes, the children play with us, and Peter loves to show them tricks.
Once, the children were playing with us next to the cage when the door slammed closed, and the latch locked. Peter immediately went up to the door, undid the latch, and pulled the door open. The children shouted, and laughed and praised him. He likes that. It is fine by me, but I prefer to grab some celery and dive into a nice book.
I stare at Peter. He is staring at something on the G.V.. It is this huge screen that plays videos and movies and such things. But we can only watch it in the middle of the night, as it is a secret. It has a remote, which we hide in a crack in the floor, and the G.V. itself is the wall. It is in their sight without them even knowing!
I am on my phone, talking to a Guinea pig in Tasmania, called Mia. If you were wondering, I live in Melbourne, Australia. Mia claims she was born in Melbourne, but one of our other Guinea pig friend, who lives in India, told me that Mia told her that she was born in the city in India than Vedaa! Funny. I do not know who is telling the truth.
Well, I should be getting off to bed now. See you in the mornoning….!
“Missy!” I laugh. “Missy! Stop! Please…. I beg you!”
Missy, the eldest daughter, has come to tickle me! Well, actually she came to give me breakfast, but I was asleep when she came, so she woke me up like this! How would she like it if I woke her up in the morning like that? Crawling around on her belly as she was sleeping?
She has brought a huge variety today – strange. Grass, beetroot, carrot, apple, tomato, basil, mint, corn husks… and…oh my gosh.. is that?…. BLUEBERRIES!!!!
They only bring out blueberries for special things. But what.. oh! My birthday is today!
Camila is putting some weird cone on my head, and fastens it with a strap, so I cannot get it off.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Ginny, Ginger, Gingercurtham! Happy birthday our boy!” They sang in harmony.
Then Mark shouted “Hip hip!” and everyone else shouted “Hooray!” They did this three times.
Missy is putting the food in the cage, and now walking off with the others.
I get up and do my best to walk over to the food without tipping over, as I still have the annoying hat on. But when I get there, I get a surprise.
“Oi! Get away from my blueberries!” I shout at Peter. As you might have guessed, Peter was stuffing blueberries into his tiny mouth while saying, “Ouch, ouch!” Hold on – saying “Ouch?”
“Why are you saying “Ouch”?”, I ask him.
“My ouchy tooth is ouchy!” he shouts and falls onto his back and laughs like mad. I don’t get it!
“Well, no use in them going to waste!” I say, and start digging my teeth into the flesh of a tomato.
My birthday, which was yesterday, was great, except for when the dinner came. Missy brought us some leafy vegetables and grass, and some more blueberries. She watched us and soon took Peter away because he was squeaking a lot, and spat out all his food.
Today when I woke up, he was in the cage again, but one of his front teeth was missing!
“It fell out!” he bragges.
And the day goes like this – Missy and Camila keep checking Peter’s teeth, as he has one more wobbly tooth, Erin gives us food, Camila annoys me and we go to bed early (at nine p.m.!).
Peter still isn’t better! In fact, he is worse, way worse! His other tooth fell out! Lucy did some research, I heard, and found out Peter had something called “vitamin C deficiency”. It means Peter was not getting enough vitamin C in his food! Erin was just saying that Peter is going to the vet’s tomorrow! The rest of today went like yesterday – boring!
I’ve just woken up, and Peter is already gone! Well, it is about midday, so he is probably at the vet’s by now. I miss him very much! I wish he was here! Oh!
Here he comes! Mark is putting him in the cage right now. He looks fine – more than fine! He is trying to chomp some carrot, but it is hard to do so because there is a huge gap where his two front upper teeth were, so he piles up some grass instead.
“Can you tell me about the vet’s? Please?” I beg him, tugging at his arm like a little guinea pig.
“Not much to say, really. She did some checks, and let the kids do something, and I came back.” he said, and picked up an old blueberry from yesterday.
“Tell me more! Tell me more!” I squeak, widening my eyes to show him I really really really want to know.
“Well, fine! When we got there, the tea towel over my cage fell off and I saw this cute black bunny that was only eight weeks old. Then, I was taken to a room, where the vet examined my teeth, and shone a torch into my mouth and ears, and listened to my tummy and heart, then all the children did the same, looked at my ears, and felt my chin, because if the roots of my teeth were too long, she would feel them. Then, she polished my teeth, and gave me a full body massage with her huge hands!” Peter described, and continued eating.
“And…..?” I ask. I know he’s hiding something. Something that he is not happy about.
“And…. what?” he asks and chomps away.
“And what did she say?” I ask. He can be very stubborn. I can too. Charis calls us cheeky boys.
“Fine,” he finally says, “the vet says I have to…” he gulps. “Go on a…. diet!”
“Agh!” I shout. “How did she dare!”
“Dunno,” he says, and chomps on.
“And if you are on a diet, why are you chomping away?” I ask him, and give him a hard stare.
“She said ‘slowly’ change it.”
“ ‘Slowly’ eat more?”
He shies up the ramp to the upper floor, eating hay as he goes.
It has been two days now since Peter has gone on the diet, and he is already complaining that he is always hungry.
But his diet has barely changed. He just has to eat more carrot and less trail mix, and play with loofah chewy toys, which seems like a treat to me.
Well, anyway, we got to run around the balcony today. And we got to run for an entire hour! The children took turns watching us, and told us tales of interesting things, such as how Siri picks her nose, and how Cassie only eats breakfast.
Other than Peter’s, ”gone wrong”, as he calls it, visit to the vet’s, every day is almost the same. Interesting, isn’t it?
Well, I hope you liked it. I originally wrote this for my Create A Challenge Pets badge at Girl Guides.