Unfortunate piggie-names

You have to feel sorry for my guinea pigs, with the names I've given them. Cynammin, Honni, Cookie, and Chocolate; Cynner, Honni-monster, Cookie-brat, and Chosen for short. Really. They still love me, I hope. Cynni's sitting on my sternum as I type, licking my shoulder like a sodium-deprived cavy. I might just be salty, though....

I must say, on the other hand, their current names are much better then the originals I picked out for them. Honeybear, Pookie, Elphie, and Glinda, anyone? *snicker*

Photo notes: Star and Cynni-monster, having some bonding time in front of my camera. I think Star's wondering what she tastes like, and she's wondering why I torture her so.

Trip!

To the absolute terror of most, I was taken to Los Angeles!

And now, dear blog, I will painstakingly upload the pictures. (Well, not all of them, because that would take way too long.)

Strange roller thing....



The amazingest Farmers' Market.

T-they c-closed it--but l-left the sign u-up.

The awesomest bubbe, Bubbie!

The Pacific... Ooooh.

F.'s awesome toilet seat.

The yummiest salad!

Two dog-cousins, who are just about as fluffy as I am.

More pictures of my piggies--because I'm a sucker that way.

I think the title is self-explanitory: I love my pigs.

And how can you not?

Group photo! (Left to right: Chocolate, Cookie, Honni, and Cynammin.)

The Cooker and Cho-ster.

Cynni!

Cookie.

The clasic bug-eyed Honni look.