As many of you will already know, my regular slaves have been off on holiday somewhere that isn't here.
Don't worry though - they did arrange for a very nice lady to come in and look after us while they were off gallivanting.
Since they have been back we have been very happy.
Our pet sitter is great, but we do like all the fuss and attention we get when our regular slaves are around. Plus they feel guilty for leaving us, so they try to compensate with new toys to make us happy. Things like nice willow baskets, which I of course immediately destroyed.
I do like wrecking stuff.
But today the big slave (the boring one who is always saying dull stuff like 'too many blueberries are bad for guinea pigs') said we needed to have a serious talk.
Apparently it is no longer blueberry season.
And this means I might not get a regular blueberry treat.
She said I needed to try a new treat, which was ridiculous - I don't need a new treat, I need a blueberry.
But she didn't give me a blueberry.
She gave me a new thing called a grape instead.
I am a discerning pig who is not easily bought - I know what I like, and I like blueberries.
I didn't want her yucky grape, so I bit it to show her how cross I was.
And then I bit it again.
And again.
And then I ate the whole grape, and wheeked for another one.
I love grapes.
And the big slave is already being super boring about it and saying ridiculous things like 'too many grapes are bad for guinea pigs'.
I can't wait until I get another grape.
Did I already mention how much I love grapes?
Love Eddi.
Don't worry though - they did arrange for a very nice lady to come in and look after us while they were off gallivanting.
Since they have been back we have been very happy.
Our pet sitter is great, but we do like all the fuss and attention we get when our regular slaves are around. Plus they feel guilty for leaving us, so they try to compensate with new toys to make us happy. Things like nice willow baskets, which I of course immediately destroyed.
I do like wrecking stuff.
But today the big slave (the boring one who is always saying dull stuff like 'too many blueberries are bad for guinea pigs') said we needed to have a serious talk.
Apparently it is no longer blueberry season.
And this means I might not get a regular blueberry treat.
She said I needed to try a new treat, which was ridiculous - I don't need a new treat, I need a blueberry.
But she didn't give me a blueberry.
She gave me a new thing called a grape instead.
I am a discerning pig who is not easily bought - I know what I like, and I like blueberries.
I didn't want her yucky grape, so I bit it to show her how cross I was.
And then I bit it again.
And again.
And then I ate the whole grape, and wheeked for another one.
I love grapes.
And the big slave is already being super boring about it and saying ridiculous things like 'too many grapes are bad for guinea pigs'.
I can't wait until I get another grape.
Did I already mention how much I love grapes?
Love Eddi.