For my last post: this is the feral, aggressive, insane beast that is Winny. Now, I know Guinea pigs, I know they need to be in groups, but, she cannot. She has bitten me simply for existing. If I cough or move, she growl at me. And I do mean GROWLS. She is a feral beast compared to the three tame, loving, gentle sweet hearts that are Oreo, Dixie, and Waffles. Her nickname is also Squirrel because her fur makes her look like a grey squirrel. She is currently staring me down and growling at me, and is not appeased by the fresh fruits I have given her to snack on with her food dish
Why is it so hard to socialize guinea pigs? We have 4 now, we just got two more from a family member who couldn’t care for them. However, upon introduction of all the pigs to each other, the small grey one named Winny immediately became aggressive towards each larger pig without any apparent reason. Shortly after separation of the larger 3 from Winny, she charged at me and my family. Oreo and Dixie (our original 2 piggies) were very friendly and curious and only sniffed at her before the attacks, Winny has a bad history with Waffles, the other new pig we have. Waffles, Oreo, and Dixie all get along fine though.
My name is Sirius, I use It/its or He/him! I’m 21 years old and pregnant!
This blog is mainly for my random posts about pets and more!
I’m not a fan of transphobes so please leave if you can’t respect my identity as a masc presenting agender person!
Kinda relate to this, can’t really say much else about that
𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.
excerpts from a book I’ll never write
so soft it hurts
I hate Macron and yet I agree with him. Like this man has been horrible to France (I took French for 4 years and my classroom cheered for every protest to happen in France) and yet…. Even he can see the BULLSHIT that is America.
to all my fellow trans americans…being trans is a gift, being queer is a gift, anyone who says otherwise is wrong and we will always exist no matter what they try to do. I am proud of who I am and I am proud of who you are.
Thank you so much, we were worried about her being alone for too long because we know they’re supposed to be together in pairs or groups.
For my last post: this is the feral, aggressive, insane beast that is Winny. Now, I know Guinea pigs, I know they need to be in groups, but, she cannot. She has bitten me simply for existing. If I cough or move, she growl at me. And I do mean GROWLS. She is a feral beast compared to the three tame, loving, gentle sweet hearts that are Oreo, Dixie, and Waffles. Her nickname is also Squirrel because her fur makes her look like a grey squirrel. She is currently staring me down and growling at me, and is not appeased by the fresh fruits I have given her to snack on with her food dish
She has definitely gotten used to us as the time has past, the growling is like a combo of teeth chattering and rumbling, however recently she has been more vocal. We call it screaming because the other three do it for attention, food, water (or Oreo who screams at us if she hears a simple bag crinkling) I’m not sure the proper turn but it’s like squeaking or squealing really. She’s started to also be vocal when she hears the other three and has when we bring one back to interact safely through the cage, she’s very vocal and very interested in them.
She’s also shown a lot of personality, she likes redecorating her cage and hiding under blankets and anything resembling a tent. We also have a small play pen set up near the other three where if we can catch her, which is very rare and we don’t try often, we let her interact with the other three with very strict supervision because she does still occasionally attack.
For treats we give fresh greens, apples, carrots, as those are her absolute favorites, she absolutely devours apples when she’s given small pieces or even apple flavored treats.
For my last post: this is the feral, aggressive, insane beast that is Winny. Now, I know Guinea pigs, I know they need to be in groups, but, she cannot. She has bitten me simply for existing. If I cough or move, she growl at me. And I do mean GROWLS. She is a feral beast compared to the three tame, loving, gentle sweet hearts that are Oreo, Dixie, and Waffles. Her nickname is also Squirrel because her fur makes her look like a grey squirrel. She is currently staring me down and growling at me, and is not appeased by the fresh fruits I have given her to snack on with her food dish
As they block me and remove me from their socials and just disappear without a word said in warning…
— Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
Sorry for all the sad-ish reposts on my main, 8 years of trust, care, love, and respect is going down the drain and my mood swings are really getting to me and I’m honestly just in a weird state of limbo now
Just a dumb 21 year old agender seahorse parent trying to make it through life. It/its or He/Him pronouns please
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