Socks: I have been chatting to the gig gins. Their ultrasound is OK, but not as good as a hamster. They are still rather suspicious if me, but were very curious and didn't say that much. I gather they were bought by a man for his children and then returned to the pet shop when the children lost interest.
That reminded me of when I was pup, some of my siblings would climb onto the top of the hide late at night and sit there and talk about what life would be like when we were adopted. "I hope we don't get adopted by any kids" one of them said, they feed you when they feel like it and take you out in the middle of the day. A pretty cream coloured pup next to me said, "I'm going go belong to a kind little girl who will always take care of me and whose mum will make sure she always remembers to feed me when she comes home from school. She's going to ask for only one thing for her birthday; a brilliant hamster wheel for me!"
Well, I hope her wish came true, I really do.
The gin gins might have had a difficult life before they came to stay with us, who knows? One has long chocolate brown fur and is rather proud of his appearance. When Mom tells him what a handsome, beautiful guinea pig he is, he lies with his paws out front and yawns, and puts his head on his wheel paws, looking quite charming. Sometimes he forgets about being grumpy to his cage mate, Polo, he enjoys the praise so much. Polo has a smooth white coat with a high collar like a polo necked jumper, and has a grey patch on his eye. He's a good natured, forbearance chap who humours Truffle and then steals food right out from under Truffle's nose.
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It's lovely he likes to be out.
