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What Time Is It?! Time Warp Tuesday!!

beforeafter1 This exciting blog hop is hosted by our furfriends Mollie and Alfie and Easy Rider

The idea of this blog hop is to post an old pigture and say a little bit about why you picked it and/or the story behind it.

Well whee couldn’t pick just one pigture but these are of Tilly (Aka Tilly-Dog), our Australian Aunt’s doggy. They were taken in 2008 when the hoomans spent three wheeks out there. Mummy still gets her updates on what Tilly is up to but she does miss her a lot. Luckily whee are here to cuddle her and cheer her up!

Tilly is a funny little doggy who snores really loudly and kept sneaking into Mummy’s room and bed when they were there. Mummy always took one look at those eyes and couldn’t bear to tell her off. So what if the hooman couldn’t sleep eh?! You can tell by the fact most of the pigture are on the bed how often she was told to get down!

What is your favourite holiday memory? Do you know an animal or hooman who snores a lot? How do you deal with a snorer?

Happy Tuesday efurryone

Nacho, Noah, Buddy & Basil

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Wordless Wednesday – What Do You Mean?!

Try to caption this pigture Mummy took of Willow when she was told they were all out of treats!

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Happy Wordless Wednesday

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(Not Really Very) Wordless Wednesday – Hey Judy

While clearing her Grandparents house at the wheekend Mummy found a surprising amount of pigtures and memories including one file marked ‘Judy’.

Judy was a beagle puppy that her Grandparents had before they even had her Mummy so it was lovely to see the pigtures and made Mummy smile even though she was sad. Whee don’t know what happened to Judy as no furry ever spoke of her but Mummy is imagining all sorts of adventures for her.

Remembering things is such a comfort.

Secret Santa Paws!

What’s that?! Surprise secret Santa Paws?! Well who wouldn’t want to find me in their stocking?! 🙂

Well whee have something very exciting to share! Today when Mummy got in from work she checked the compawter then started squealing. I briefly wondered if she was trying to squeak my lingo but then she began the bouncing from foot to foot dance.

When she made no move to do the normal hooman thing of going to the toilet I examined her movements more closely and realised she was dancing. Strange though it was I squeaked at her to explain herself. She picked me up (I had been running around the living room enjoying floor time) and began to explain.

All over the world there are animals who do not have and will not have a safe, loving home this Pigmass. Whee cannot help all of them or take all of them in (no matter how much whee might want to!) but whee can do a little something for a few guinea pigs in a UK rescue thanks to a wonderful idea run by some incredibly kind and generous individuals on a guinea pig forum whee adore. Secret Santa.

The idea is this: you send your name and say you would like to be paired up with a piggy (unfortunately it is all closed up now but whee managed to enter in time!) then you wait for them to pair you up! Today Mummy recieved the message saying which piggies whee were paired with.

They do include this:

“Please note: secret santas are anononmous! so don’t tell anyone! ”

Sorry guys but whee cannot reveal our piggies! Suffice to say whee did a little research and they are bootiful!

Mummy says she will shop for them tomorrow and she cannot wait. Whee have reminded her not to forget us! I did point out that the piggies are gorgeous . . . And I am gorgeous . . . And who wouldn’t want to unwrap me on Pigmass morning but she loves me to much to give me away, even for a good cause. *sigh* Sorry Ladies (and/or Gentlepigs!), I tried!

Now you are out of time to join in this secret santa but whee do have a little plan to help spread Pigmass cheer.

Why not find out where your local shelter is and see what they need. Blankets, towels, shampoos and toys are almosts always welcome. Then get your hooman to do a little Pigmass shopping and package up whatever you can get. After that you can write a little note or use this one:

There is ice on the ground,
And a chill in the air,
But luckily for you,
We have warmth to spare.
It may not be much,
But I hope it brightens up your day,
And makes lives better this Christmas,
That’s all I hope and I pray.

Tuck that in and send it on it’s way. You may not recieve any thanks. In fact if you do it properly and don’t tell anyfurry then you won’t but the feeling of warm fuzzies and Pigmass cheer will make you feel ten paws tall!

So why not try it. Presents can be big or small, money or packages, whatever you can give. Make a pet’s Pigmass!

Buddy
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Snow White And the Seven Dwarves – Part 1

Well it has finally arrived . . . Our pantomime production. Whee said Mummy would be ready and she very nearly is. The only issue is it is quite long. So whee have decided to release it in three parts. Before Snow Meets The Dwarves is Part 1. So whee hope you enjoy it! Please let us know what you think of it so far and what should or is going to hapen next. Mummy wants to adapt the story to match what you all want to read so whee need feedback. Anywho here goes!

Nibbles, Nutty, Buddy & Basil
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Snow White And The Seven Dwarves

PART 1

Narrator – Once upon a time,
In a far far away blog,
Lived many different animals,
From guinea pigs to a dog.
The land was full of laughter,
Dancing, love and joy,
But then came a darkness,
And a witch with a ploy.

There once was a lovely Queen,
Who when sewing one night,
Said “I want a daughter,
With fur black as ebony to call Snow White”.
No one would question the logic,
That led her to such a name,
Well she was the fairest Queen,
In the whole panto game!
Now by some stroke of fate,
Only fairytales get,
She gave birth to such a girl,
But our tale’s not over yet.
For later that same year,
The poor young Queen died,
It was a shock to the blogs,
And all who heard about it cried.
King and country sobbed together,
And efurrybody mourned,
Not noticing the creeping evil,
That close to them was spawned.
Then the King met a beauty,
By the name of Belladonna,
And said “My daughter needs and Mother,
“And I by the God’s so wanna . . . !”
In a matter of days,
The pair were together wed,
By a fake Elvis in Vegas,
Easy had warned them, he said.
But the lack of martial legalities,
Were the last thing on their mind,
When the next morning the King was discovered,
Dead, with a sword up his behind!
The Queen Belladonna said she was sad,
And twice dabbed at her eyes,
But anyone stood nearby,
Could see it all was lies.
For she didn’t shed a tear,
Or smear her mascara,
So vain and evil was she,
But with looks of Scarlett O’Hara.
She forever checked with her reflection,
Saying it always spoke the truth,
But as years passed she ignored it,
As it warned of her fading youth.

You may wonder what became,
Of the young Princess, Snow White,
Well if you thought she had it easy,
Honey, I’m afraid you just ain’t right!
She was locked in her room,
And fed only once a day,
I know, I know, it’s shocking,
I said the Queen was evil what more can I say?!

Snow grew more bootiful,
And all who knew her said,
Her fur is black as night,
And her lips are bright rose red.

The Queen just ignored her,
Till one day in front of the looking glass,
She began her usual saying,
And a fateful turn of events came to pass.

Queen Belladonna – Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Who is the fluffiest pet of all?

Mirror – Though my Queen does have such lovely hair,
Another, I’m afraid, is twice as fair.

Queen Belladonna – Whoever can this horrid pet be,
To think she can be more bootiful than me?!

Mirror – You locked her up,
Hid her away,
But beauty like that,
Was bound to stay.
Yes I speak of,
The young Snow White,
See her face,
And know I’m right.

Narrator – The mirror rippled,
And a new image appeared,
Of fur glossy,
And unravaged by the years.

Queen Belladonna – Snow White?!
That wench,
It cannot be,
That pup is not fluffier than me.

Mirro

Snow White – How can she hate me,
I’ve done nothing at all,
She the one who is mean,
And inexplicably cruel.

Bumble – I’ll say you ran off,
Or I killed you and then,
A wolf came and snatched the body,
To drag off to his den.

Narrator – Bumble bent to retrieve,
The basket at his feet,
But Snow was quite cautious,
And feeling the stress and heat.
She snatched up a branch,
And hit him on the head,
Then dashed off to hide shouting,

Snow White – Hell I won’t be dead!

Narrator – Bumble looked dejected,
As he watched her run away,
Still feeling hurt,
Though he’d told her not to stay.
He rubbed where she’d hit him,
With surprise and concern,
If she was confident enough to hit him,
Then there was plenty about her yet to learn.

Snow watched him leave,
And gazed round in fear,
How terrible was this freedom,
And how dark it was here.
She started to walk,
Just for something to do,
But every tree was the same,
Birches, oaks and yew.
Then something caught her eye,
A trail of smoke,
Spiralling through the trees,
So she gathered her cloak.
And marched quite determinedly,
To the clearing from which it rose,
And seeing the source,
The young Princess froze.
A tiny little cottage,
Nestled under an oak,
Then pointlessly, to herself,
The young Princess spoke.

Snow White – Why it is tiny,
I wonder who lives inside,
Maybe they would shelter me,
Maybe there I could hide?

Narrator – Being rather nosey,
She scampered up to the door,
And delicately knocked,
With one gentle paw.

Snow White – Hello? Hello?
Is anyone home?
With such a lovely place,
I doubt that far you would roam.

Narrator – But there was no reply,
And Snow felt quite weak,
Afterall she had not left her room,
In one hundred and twenty one wheeks!
She curled up tight,
Against the chimneys warm wall,
And promised to just rest her eyes,
For a minute . . . That’s all.
Two hours passed,
And the home owners came back,
Wondering who was this beauty,
With fur of jet black?

Grumpy – What is she doing here,
Selling something I suppose,
Well whee don’t need no apples,
Or candles scented like a rose.

Happy – She does look quite sad,
A Mopey sort of girl,
Maybe she could join us,
And be a dwarf as well?!

Grumpy – Don’t be a twit,
She was not born small like us,
She wouldn’t fit in the house,
And girl’s just cause a fuss.

Narrator – Bashful looked put out,
And opened her mouth to speak,
But as usual the shy piggy,
Only managed a squeak.

Sneezy – I think that we should wake her,
And then work out what to do,
How can we wake her without scaring her,
I think . . . Oh dear . . . Achoooo!

Narrator – Snow lept to her paws,
With a cry of fright,
And squinted at the figures round her,
Shadows, in the half light.

Sleepy & Dopey – You look kind of tired,
Sleeping against our house,
Whee don’t often have visitors,
Just the occassional mouse,
Was there something you needed,
Would you like to come in?
Please excuse the mess,
We never remember to empty the bin.

Snow White – You are so very kind,
I wonder if I may be so bold,
But I need somewhere to stay,
And the outside is so cold.

Narrator – They exchanged confused glances,
And with a sigh Snow explained,
Until only their choice,
Was the thing which remained.
They all looked to Doc,
Their leader, to decide,
And completely unashamed,
Snow ran to his side.

Snow White – I’ll cook and I’ll clean,
And take care of the place,
All I need in return,
Is a single bed space.

Narrator – A silence stretched out,
As Doc thought carefully,
And Snow began to hope,
That she might finally be free.

Doc – She is kind of pretty,
And she does look so tired,
If she wants to stay and clean,
Then I guess she is hired!

Narrator – All the dwarves cheered,
Except for Grumpy, Dopey and Sleepy,
Two because they were fast asleep,
And one cos’ he though emotions were creepy!

Snow cooked up a storm,
In the soup pot that night,
It was strange really,
Cos Princesses don’t usually know those thing . . . right?!

Back near the castle,
Poor Bumble paced,
Frightened by the choices,
He currently faced.
Go and admit what had happened,
Explain that she had fled,
Or lie and cheat,
And say she is dead.
Neither option was desirable,
But the second meant he would survive,
It would not be worth returning,
If he said that Snow was alive.
So he hatched a plan,
A surprisingly good one I admit,
Involving the local barber, black dye,
And a paper clip!
The Queen was overjoyed,
And bounced off to bed,
Leaving Bumble clutching his neck,
Grateful to still have his head!

Well part 1 is over,
How do you think it’s gone,
And if you were Bumble,
What would you have done?!
What do you think Belladonna,
Will do when she finds him out,
And what are the seven dwarves,
In the forrest about?!

No Excuse

There is no excuse for abandoning a pet of any kind when there are charities, rescues and shelters who are there to help. Mummy got very annoyed today reading something about hoomans excuses for abandoning dogs. She has incorporated them all into this poem. I know whee are preaching to the animal lovers here but Mummy had to share.

It just makes us grateful to have a safe home and a hooman to snuggle.

Nibbles , Nutty, Buddy & Basil
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ps. Sorry it is a bit of a downer on our usual posts

No Excuse

Found myself on the street today,
I was cold and confused,
But this is what ma hooman did say ;

I’ve been too busy to walk you,
Look at the mess you’ve made,
You’re right in the way,
Forget those puppy games we played.
You are too big for cuddles,
You don’t match the setee,
I don’t care if you’re starving,
Even though you’re relying on me.
The kids don’t want to walk you,
And you slobbered on my friend,
And your pitiful whining ,
Is driving me round the bend.
You are far more expensive,
Than I first expected,
If all dogs cost as much as you ,
Then I’m not surprised they’re rejected.
You don’t fetch the paper,
Or come when I call,
And no matter what I shout,
You never give back the ball.
So what if I never trained you,
I thought you just knew these things,
You’re not man’s best friend,
Or the companions of Kings.
You howl in the evenings,
And when I watch TV,
And you seem to always sniffle,
With some chronic allergy.
I never thought you’d be hard work,
When you were little and sweet,
Now I’m kicking you out,
Cos’ you get under my feet.

And I sit,
On the street corner,
In the very way he’d always shout,
And watch, the other hoomans,
All milling about.

I’ll wait,
For my Master,
For a thousand years and a day,
He’ll come back for me, I pray.

Ransom, Revelations & Lobsters

Well it has been busy today! To see how whee got here please skip back and read the previous post.

Basically Mollie HAS been kidnapped. The kidnapper, using the rather anonymous title ‘The Dognapper’ has declared a ransom of 1000 lobsters. Why lobsters? Whee are still unsure. Live lobsters maybe to create an under the sea army? Cooked ones for a fancy evening meal? It is all speculation at this point.

With no certainty about Mollie’s safety (and Doggy’s threat of war endangering animals and vegetables everywhere!) whee have had to contact the CIA (Cavy Investigations Agency) who have sent four of their best agents.

Agent N1BBles,
Agent NU77Y,
Agent 8UDDY and
Agent 8A51L.

This crime fighting quad will soon have things sorted. They are experts. Silent and deadly as ninjas! Very handsome and brave and amazing. Obviously whee cannot reveal their real identities but whee did get the below pigtures of three of them parachuting in and one of an Agent deeply focused as he searches for Mollie in a toy box.

Whee also have three pigtures of evidence. Mollie’s proof of safety before the meal at Doggy’s castle, Mollie leaving Doggy’s castle and the Ransom Note. Whee are working round the clock to work out how to get Mollie back (as are the great team across the blogosphere as mentioned in the previous post!)

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Your Reporting and certainly not Agent Piggies

Nibbles, Nutty, Buddy & Basil
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