They live in two little houses at the side of our dining room and have a lot of input into the goings-on of the household (or at least they think so).
High-Rise Living, Guinea Pig Style
They chatter away whenever there is someone there to give them some attention.
They love crispy salad leaves, tomatoes, banana, carrot and apple; they don't mind broccoli, spinach and kale; they don't much like spring greens or cabbage.
Their favourite place is in their little guinea-pig run, on the grass, in the shade. They really miss their outdoor time in the winter, although a bit of play-time on the kitchen floor is an acceptable alternative.
It's my job to clean their houses! This I did this morning, as it was a bit overdue and the piggies were beginning to petition for clothes pegs for their noses (and for me too!).
Anyway, Mr. R came and took a look at Rosie. He said she had a fungal infection and gave me some stuff to treat it (bear in mind I couldn't go to the vet because I couldn't drive). Anyway, after a bit it was obvious that this wasn't working, so I had to beg a lift to the vet, as poor Rosie was in a terrible state. She was losing weight, nearly bald in places, covered in sores and so miserable. I felt awful to have let her get like this, but it was so hard to go anywhere, so I'd just had to struggle on, treating her skin and applying soothing cream to the cuts and sores.