So, out to the same area of hosta beds and a few feet from Missy's, dig another grave for another pet. He was 4 years old, which is good for a G. Pig. He didn't look dead at all, which is why we kept checking him. I even checked before I put him in his grave. He was even still soft, so must have just gone for a short time.
We have our best pet story from Pigglet/Fuzzy/Fluffy (G. piggy's aren't smart, so he didn't mind that we changed his name a few times).
When we got him, his was suppose to be a she, Fluffy! After a few weeks, while cleaning her chage I noticed she looked "funny" around her bottom and she wasn't eating right. Had to work for the next to nights, so come Friday I take her to the Vet. The asst. picks her up and looks at her bottom and says, "That doesn't look right!". We go into the exam room. Dr. picks her up and looks at her bottom, says "This doesn't look good" The number one problem was "she" was a "he". And his "male part" had gone out and got stuck to wood shaving in his chage and then dried up!
He then chewed it off! (remember I said G. Pigs aren't smart) $132.00 later what remained was cleaned up, stitched up and I had to give antibotics twice a day for two weeks! He was renamed Fuzzy (for then).Oh, well, two in one week. DS was asking if the dog was young or old. I reassured him that Dusty is only 3 and is very young and will be around for many more years. So will the two remaining cats who are about 4 years old each. He seemed relieved to hear this. Two pets in one week is hard when you are only 8.
Tami
