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I've had guinea pigs as pets since I can remember, Fudge being the first when I was very young. "MY" first guinea pig was a chocolate himi called Chunky. He came from a pet-shop as a fully-grown adult and lived with me in my bedroom when I was about 15. Poor Chunky wasn't with me for long, poor little man got sick just a few months later and didn't pull through. Not long after came Buster, a silver agouti and white boar. He also didn't last very long. My vet said he had overgrown back teeth and nothing could be done for him. I now know thats wrong!
There were a couple of years then that were piggie-less and that I spent moving around and living with friends.
In January 2005, having moved in with good friend and being in a stable position, I took 3 heavily pregnant, very skinny sows from a bad situation. They had very little food, no hay, one small water-bottle, no cover on their hutch (though it was January and around 3 degrees C outside) and were living with what were very likely their previous litters, in a 4' hutch. That 4' hutch was holding around 12 pigs. So I took the three sows home, reluctantly leaving the others behind. These were Molly, Ellie and Steph. The rest of that story, as they say, is history. When I see Molly now, I see a success. She doesn't like me or being handled but I don't mind. She lives with her herd and does what she wants to do. She's not a baby-making machine anymore, she's not hungry, she's not cold. She has everything she needs, and thats makes me smile every time I look at her. My addiction to these beautiful, cuddly, pop-corning creatures began when I took her and the others from that hutch. Ever noticed how if you have one pig, you'll get another? And another? And another?
I now have a shed-full of pigs ranging from my rescues through to my show-quality long-hairs.
The name GiveAPigAHug came from a running joke with my best friend. I used to go out to the garden to "give a pig a hug". I started using it as my name when Cookie (RIP) came to me from a colleague with her small family. I do not officially rescue but I will take in any pig that needs a home. I usually can't rehome them though as I get too attached, but what can you do?
