My guinea pigs are all kinds of cute, and they pack a lot of personality into those little pea brains!
I adopted Casper from a shelter, where she ended up after being found in a parking lot. She was quite the scaredy pig initially; the first time I had a cuddle with her on my bed, she bolted from me and launched herself off of the side of the bed. Once she learned a little more about how to be a guinea pig from her new sisters Oreo and Cookie (who passed away earlier this year), she got much calmer.
She has the most gorgeous, thick, luscious hair. In this picture, I’ve fluffed it up, which she’s definitely not impressed with. She spends a lot of time preening.
When she was younger, she used to jump on top of the wooden hidey-house, which you can sort of see in the picture below. She hasn’t done that for a while, and I’m not sure if it’s because she’s older or if she’s just fatter. She continues with her playful behaviour of careening around the cage doing laps.
Oreo is the one of I’ve had the longest of this bunch. She likes to give kisses even without me forcing them on her.
She’s also a designer pig. She likes to chew hair, but not all of the time. I’ve never figured out what triggers her spurts of barbering. She gives Casper haircuts, and she even chews off pieces of my hair if I’m holding her and my hair is within reach. Oreo is smaller than Cookie was, so when I got Casper, Oreo was immediately selected to be Casper’s playmate. Oreo’s pretty playful herself, but I think she sometimes wishes Casper would take a chill pill.
Peanut, also known as Peanut Potato, is a quirky little man. He’s got an unusually pointy snout, which I think is adorable, and one of his many nicknames is Snouty McSnouterson. He likes to fart, and while that’s something that guinea pigs can do, it’s not something I’ve ever noticed any of my other ones doing.
Normally, when guinea pigs want food, they make a high pitched wheek noise. But not Peanut Potato. Early on, he decided that chewing on the cage bars was much more insistent than wheeking. Apparently, the other piggies agree with him, because now, no one wheeks; they just let Peanut go to town.
He’s also jumped out of the cage a few times. Either that, or gone flying out. It seems to happen after skirmishes with Butternut.
When I adopted Butternut, his name was Oreo. Since I already had an Oreo, he needed a name change, and I wanted something ending in -nut to go with Peanuts. Butternut was the first thing that popped into my mind.
Butternut is a feisty little monster. He’s not a fan of being held, although he’s more tolerant than he used to be. He likes to fight with Peanut, which isn’t very nice.
He loves playtime on my bed where he can do his horndogging to show off for the girls. Guinea pigs can stand up on their hind legs to grab food, but Butternut is the first one I’ve seen doing it as a mating dance.
So that’s my fabulous foursome! Do you have any pet stories to share?