A very clever poem and very useful information. I inherited a Pig of Guinea when my young adult grand daughter moved out. His name is Houdini. He’s over five now. Very reclusive, but seems to be very content that way. I think I will scare some lions of Dandy and add them to his weekly diet. They were a little out of season right now, maybe I can find some at the regional park. Houdini likes Timothy hay, his usual commercial, pellet, medley, carrots, apples, celery. When he hears the refrigerator open, he grinds his teeth against the rungs of his cage, sort of like prisoners do with their tin plates and water cups. He’s a lazy squeaker. Perhaps we can arrange a play day for Houdini and the Steven’s Pig of Guinea, George.
A very clever poem and very useful information. I inherited a Pig of Guinea when my young adult grand daughter moved out. His name is Houdini. He’s over five now. Very reclusive, but seems to be very content that way. I think I will scare some lions of Dandy and add them to his weekly diet. They were a little out of season right now, maybe I can find some at the regional park. Houdini likes Timothy hay, his usual commercial, pellet, medley, carrots, apples, celery. When he hears the refrigerator open, he grinds his teeth against the rungs of his cage, sort of like prisoners do with their tin plates and water cups. He’s a lazy squeaker. Perhaps we can arrange a play day for Houdini and the Steven’s Pig of Guinea, George.
Haha . . . yes, our Pig squeaks when he hears the fridge door open.
I should’ve tried it on our George maybe?