Peace on Earth and Constant Battles in Penicuik
I had to work today, on Christmas Eve. Grr. I hate working in general and it's even worse on Christmas Eve.
I didn't work for a few days last week because I had bronchitis and mild pneumonia. I'm mostly okay now.
We brought Homer back to the vet to get him checked and he has gained nearly 100 grams in weight. Hooray! We think Homer might just be picky and stubborn, so if he dosen't like the food he's given he just refuses to eat.
Ever since Homer's first vet appointment, the little piggies, Elvis and Fudge have been acting weird. They've been fighting constantly for about a week. I'll be sitting watching tv and suddenly hear "squeak thump thump squeak thump WHEEK!" as the two little retards chase each other around the cage and attack each other. Elvis has a Fudge-inflicted scratch on his little pink nose. We haven't found any wounds on Fudge yet.
We don't know why they're behaving like this, and it seems to get a lot worse whenever we take one of them out of the cage, then put him back. Fudge gets angry if I pet Elvis. We think that the whole battle is somehow connected to them wanting more attention and battling for dominance at the same time.
Meanwhile, Homer and Spike have been getting along just fine. Homer has been happily sitting on top of their little wooden house nibbling on the roof and eating hay. Spike has been sweet and adorable.
At least we have two loveable guinea pigs. And two that I'd like to stick in a sound-proof closet.
Alana
