Up until a few days ago I thought i had led quite a nice life.
Obviously the care form the big slave (the boring one) does leave a lot to be desired at times, but overall I think she does her best.
But then the little slave (the fun one) came home with a new present for me.
I was quite excited, because presents from the little slave are always very good, and usually something nice to eat.
I do like nice things to eat.
It was something called a ‘hay cube’.
I haven’t heard of these before because in my entire 5 years in this house the big slave has never (ever) bought me a hay cube.
As usual she was full of dull excuses like ‘up until this week we have never seen a hay cube in Switzerland’ but that is clearly just a cover up for her blatant neglect.
Hay cubes are the best thing ever!
First you pull all the hay out and throw it around your cage.
If you have a dull salve like me they will put the hay cube on a fleece pad to ‘contain the mess’.
This is because they aren’t very bright, and will seriously underestimate your talent at throwing hay everywhere.
Then you get inside the hay cube and sleep there.
And when the little slave comes over to the cage I poke my face out and she says I am the cutest piggy ever (true) and feeds me treats.
No one even listens to the big slave shouting ‘Stop feeding that guinea pig treats or she will get so fat we will have to call in a fire crew to cut her out of the hay cube’.
I love my hay cube.
Love Ruby.
Obviously the care form the big slave (the boring one) does leave a lot to be desired at times, but overall I think she does her best.
But then the little slave (the fun one) came home with a new present for me.
I was quite excited, because presents from the little slave are always very good, and usually something nice to eat.
I do like nice things to eat.
It was something called a ‘hay cube’.
I haven’t heard of these before because in my entire 5 years in this house the big slave has never (ever) bought me a hay cube.
As usual she was full of dull excuses like ‘up until this week we have never seen a hay cube in Switzerland’ but that is clearly just a cover up for her blatant neglect.
Hay cubes are the best thing ever!
First you pull all the hay out and throw it around your cage.
If you have a dull salve like me they will put the hay cube on a fleece pad to ‘contain the mess’.
This is because they aren’t very bright, and will seriously underestimate your talent at throwing hay everywhere.
Then you get inside the hay cube and sleep there.
And when the little slave comes over to the cage I poke my face out and she says I am the cutest piggy ever (true) and feeds me treats.
No one even listens to the big slave shouting ‘Stop feeding that guinea pig treats or she will get so fat we will have to call in a fire crew to cut her out of the hay cube’.
I love my hay cube.
Love Ruby.
