I'm a Slave to the Farm... Part TWO!

Well, in case you are new to my blog or just somehow missed it I have talked about this subject previously. 

I decided today that it is very well worth revisiting though.  Especially since a large portion of the hubbs paycheck just went to help sustain this mini farm we have.  For the last three days the guinea pigs have been surviving on mere carrots, radishes, and hay.  One may ask what else does a guinea pig need?  Well, let me tell you.  According to my spoiled ass pigs they need not only carrots, radishes and hay but they also need regular guinea pig food (whatever that really is!  It's just looks like little pellets of stuff to me.), extra little treats, honey sticks and sheesh whatever the hell else you can think of and then some! 

So, off to the pet store we went. While I was there I figured I might as well stock up on the other farm animals pets' supplies.  Now, picture this:  I shop at a small family type pet store (I can't stand the commercial chain ones!) that is in a word quaint.  I like the home town feel of it and being a country girl at heart it gives me a type of feeling as if they really know me.  So, down the doggie aisle I go.  I load up the bag of horse doggie food for moon dog who is the stray who adopted us about 9 months ago.  That's a 45 lb bag of food.  Then comes the yorkie food.  She of course gets the "natural" food.  For some reason I feel better about giving her the bag of food that has pictures of grassy fields and a great big steak on the front.  Then the cat food.  This is a cat that adopted us about 3 years ago.  Persnickety thing he is as he only likes fish flavored cat food. 

I won't go into great detail about the special treats we bought for them all except to say that they actually sell dried bananas packaged up for guinea pigs!  At a pretty price I might add. 

Anyways, to sum this up almost $200 bucks later I get home to have not one, not two but EVERY single one of these farm animals pets start screaming at me as I walk in the door.  Do they love me for me or for the loads of spoiledness that gets lavished on them day after day? 

What about you?  Tell me I'm not the only one that is a slave to a fur child! 

I'm A Slave To The Farm

So, I was walking around the corner into my den today and I hear a faint but familiar squeak.  The squeak of one of our pet guinea pigs.

The thought came to my mind that the normal banging of the cage from his brother pig was eerily absent.  I stopped in my tracks and looked over to the cages and knew immediately why Big Butt (that is one of the many affectionate names we call the huge guinea pig.) was sitting so quiet within his cage.

Sir Sam Cat had selected the top of his cage to curl up for a snooze.  Yes, I kid you not! The cat was asleep on top of the guinea pig's cage.  Now, I am not quite sure if the blanket I use to cover the pig's cage at night had fooled the cat into not realizing that a tasty meal lay just beneath or if he truly was the fat, lazy-ass cat I have pegged him and he figured why work for his meal when he gets fed way to much more than once each day.  Either way he was not caring the least about the guinea pig just below him with only a few thin bars and a blanket between them.

I can only imagine what Big Butt was going through knowing that a huge creature which normally would be the equivalent to a death sentence was sitting on top of his normally safe home. Whatever his thoughts were I saved the day by forcing the cat to relocate which you would have thought I asked him to perform an act of congress the way he stretched and moaned!

Once safety was no longer an issue the demands for my attention began.  First the pig brothers began their daily dance for food and soon switched from sweet little pigs to demanding little convicts.  I swear with the amount of noise they make jumping around in their cages they sound like a pair of convicts trying to break free from a jail cell.  Can you just picture that one?  My two guinea pigs with their little hands (yes they have hands Charles!  They do because I say so!) grabbing the bars of their cages shaking them will all of their little fur might!  Their antics were rewarded with fresh food and a huge carrot a piece.  (Yes, I know! They are spoiled!)

Then the cat yelled at me.  So, I had to feed him which meant I had to go into the pantry where the food is located.  For some odd reason the yorkie thought because I was going into the pantry she needed food.  Think I am done yet?  NOPE!  Moon Dog (the one blue eyed stray that decided we were her forever home) peered at me through the window with that one said blue eye with the most pitiful look.  GEEEZZ!  And when all that was said and done I thought CRAP!  Let me go check on the devil rat in Megan's room.  That little freak gerbil deserves food even if I hate her.  Luckily she had food.  I was surprised because I hate that rat and haven't set eyes on her in at least a month or so.  Surprised because Megan has actually been taking care of her and surprised because she is no longer grey in color but black!~  Did she get a new winter coat or did she really die and someone replaced her to fool me OR better yet!  Did Megan color her with paint or something?

Whatever the case is all the animals are fed and I am a slave to the farm!