Gizmo's Diary 4-27-98 Wheet, wheet...Well, decided to start writing in the diary today. Life as a Guinea Pig is great, every time I make a noise when Matt or Linda opens the refrigerator door, I get a treat. I'm just starting to get the hang of this. I have no idea why they get so excited when I talk for them?!? Oh well. Also started to sleep outside my hutch today. I finally feel at home with my new owners. Till later diary...Wheet, wheet. 4-30-98 Wheet, wheet...Wow, it's May already. Can't believe it is so close to Matt and Linda's wedding. They are starting to get a little crazy with finishing up the details and school for that matter. Let's see, what has happened since I last talked with you diary...Oh yeah, Matt clipped my toenails and I screamed as usual. I know he is careful about cutting them as not to get the nerve in them, but I just get really nervous when he has to hold me tight to cut them back a little. It's for my own good though, last time my nails were not cut, I scratched a little hole in my chin and it got infected. Then I was sedated by the Vet which wasn't a fun process. But I'm better now. Have to get going. Need to eat my breakfast. Till later diary...Wheet, wheet. 5-1-98 Wheet, wheet...Hello again diary. I love being with Matt and Linda, they are some of the greatest owners a Guinea could have. Matt is a little worried that poeple are not writing things in the guestbook, but he'll get over that. I know what time I'm supposed to be fed now and when Linda and Matt don't realize what time it is, I yell for them to get me my food. Bye for now diary...Wheet, wheet. 5-7-98 Wheet, wheet...I'm sick and unhappy. I went to the doctor today and he stuck something cold up my butt and then spread my butt with his fingers to look at the nasty stuff there. He told Matt that I probably have a urinary tract infection. All I know is that I'm not hungry or thirsty and just don't feel good. But, Matt got some antibiotics from the doctor and I should be better in a couple of days. I'll be talking to you soon diary...Wheet, wheet. 5-12-98 Wheet, wheet...Yes, it is I, Gizmo, back from the dead! I guess that white medicine Matt is force feeding me is working. I am feeling much better, I want to run and drink and eat a lot more than just a day ago. I think I will be living for a long time to come. For a little while there, Matt and Linda thought they would have to take me to the vet again. You know how that went last time, I just couldn't imagine what would have happened this time. Oh well, need to get going. Have to get some more sleep. Till I write again diary...Wheet, wheet. 7-31-98 Wheet, wheet...Guess what, I'm finally back. I know it has been awhile, but Matt wouldn't let me get on the computer cause he hasn't had time with all the stuff he's been doing. Matt was talking about graduating from Southeast in May and then getting a job earlier this month. I don't care, as long as they keep feeding me my hay and pellets. I have grown so much since I last wrote you diary, I'm so big I cannot fit into my hutch anymore. I'm healthier than I ever have been before and now I have to deal with a stupid animal called a Doggy? It constantly barks at me and makes me purr. Oh well, I have to get going. Need to get back in my cage before this Willie, doggy barks at me. Till later...Wheet, wheet. 8-21-99 Wheet,
wheet...and hello again. Wow, has it really been that
long since I have written in my journal. Sorry for the
long time between postings. You'll be happy to hear that
we are all moving along with our lives very smoothly. So
smoothly in fact that now Linda and Matt are talking
about something called a baby. I have no idea what that
is, but I'll keep you posted. |
