Sherlock was now a healthy four month old, mite free, happily housed and fed little piggy, but I still felt he was lonely as I work all day. I also did a lot of research with regards to piggies and every source stated that a piggy needs a friend. So after careful consideration I decided to have Sherlock neutered so he could have a little girlfriend (I know my blog says living with guinea pig boys... I'll get to that). I had read that guinea pig boys don't always get along, so I didn't want to take the chance.
I booked Sherlock in for the surgery at an excellent exotics vet and like a baby I took my boy in and cried all the way home. I waited by the phone the whole day and the minute I was allowed to collect him I was in my car armed with love and parsley... I picked up a rather groggy pig who was grateful for his parsley treat. He took about two weeks to recover, but recovered very well.
|One Day After His Surgery In His Hospital Bed|
|My Little Faye|
She was so tiny and so sweet, but caused me much anxiety as she refused to eat for the first two days. I had to syringe feed her and nurse her to health. She also needed to be treated for mites, I used revolution this time, much better. I was very excited for her and Sherlock to meet, and finally the day came. I introduced them on neutral territory with my boyfriend so that we had two pairs of eyes and hands in case something went wrong. Sherlock looked confused and made a kind of hissing sound at first, but then came and sniffed her and ate some veggies. He then proceeded to start licking her face and I knew they would be friends.
A few days later after a couple more introductions I cleaned out Sherlock's cage and put the two piggies in together, there was a fair amount of chasing and rumble strutting from Sherlock, but all settled down very soon. I was happy that my Sherlock was happy. However as the next few days passed I noticed some strange behavior from Sherlock and Faye which made me question Faye's gender. She was so tiny it was so hard to tell, so I did some more research about sexing guinea pigs and to cut a long story short, Faye turned out to be a boy piggy (hence the title of this blog). I decided to rename him Rhiley and to keep an eye out for any aggressive behavior with the boys, truth be told I was nervous as I had heard all kinds of horror stories about boars fighting.
|You Mean to Tell me I'm a Boy??!!!|
|My Boys in Their Cage Together|