Family Funk

I asked TW to leave the prairie dogs in their cage until after the cleaning crew finished and she agreed. Unfortunately, the prairie dogs do not agree.

Some days, while they obviously want out, they aren’t quite so loud and hyper about it. They look at you a bit. They chew a little bit. They eat some food. They nap off and on. No big deal.

This morning. They were loud. They plucked the cage, they banged on everything they could bang on. They were driving us INSANE.

So TW dropped a piece of IKEA cardboard into the cage to distract them… it was still loud – and messy – but not cage plucking, banging like crazy loud.

I think this is Pebbles. But I could be wrong. I know it’s not Wilma…

Awhile back, Prince J said “And they’re the so quiet! The quietest pets we’ve ever had!” and I promptly spit my fizzy water all over the windshield of the car because errr I was driving at the time.

Saturday, TW bought some weird crinkle tube and put it in their cage today. It’s LOUD. On top of the already LOUD chewing noises they make.

Yep. They sure are quiet, aren’t they?

Right after I took this video, she figured out how to knock the wood over and get back in between the plexi-glass and the bars and I had to pull her out, which caused Pebbles to get out, which caused the stupid Shihtzu to bark, which caused me more angst.

So I came up with another solution – I wedged two pieces of wood down through the top of the cage to try and prevent her from being able to pull the plexi-glass out. It’s working – but she’s just going to gnaw on the wood until she can get to the top of the plexi-glass again.

Someone just put me out of my misery, ok?

Oh hell. She just figured out how to pull the wood all the way into the cage. Duct tape. I need the duct tape.