To make sense of this post, you will have to read this first. Go on, I will wait..................
Ok, so I am going to assume that you are up to speed with everything. Now for a simple algorithm.
|Rancid, stinky corner|
Mr Woog was starting to make noises about giving Fooey Fooey Moi Moi and XO up for adoption, and had even been in discussions with The Macdonald Family as to whether the boys might be better off on the lush, expansive lawns that makes up their garden. But I felt like a bad and neglectful guinea pig parent.
Anyway, I could not think of what to do until I was in a pet store yesterday with the kids, when I spotted a solution to our pig problem.
Enter the Taj Mahal of Pig Real Estate!
|Pig equivalent of a Kiribilli Penthouse Apartment.|
I am going to now spend the afternoon decorating the boys new house. Layers of paper and a bed of fresh straw, with art deco accents to highlight the structure's curves. And a pendant light. not dissimilar to this........
The Taj came today, delivered by Rod from the Pet Store. Rod had put it together and delivered it to me from an hour away. I tried to give him extra money for his troubles but he was not having a bar of it! I then asked him if he would like to meet the pigs and he was very, very impressed with Fooey Fooey Moi Moi's size, declaring him to be at least 30% larger than any guinea pig he had seen! I just wanted to give him a quick shout out, because you just do not get customer service like that these days.
This post is dedicated to my fellow blogger and mate Kerri Sackville's bunny rabbit Spunky, whose remains were recovered today after he disappeared many months ago from the backyard.
|RIP little one.|