It’s easier and more fun to bathe the guinea pigs when you have a volunteer to help. Still, there is quite a bit of equipment to round up, the kitchen has to be cleared, and you have to have a plan for getting them all wet and then dry efficiently. Once you have your ducks in a row (Yes, I have bathed ducks before, too.) Eventually, you take a deep breath, say “Okay!” and dive in.
The shampoo and bath part goes fairly quickly. The hair drying takes FOREVER. Fred has the shortest fur, so he goes first. When you are bathing several pigs, it is easy to get ahead of yourself and end up with a bunch of soggy pigs. I’ve learned not to bathe the second pig until the first one is dry.
Meanwhile, #2 pig, Carl Sagan, is sweating bullets. Wait a minute! That’s not sweat and those aren’t bullets!
Stevie Ray is such a handful, he’s been asked to wait in the other room. He’s last for a variety of reasons.
Even short-haired guinea pigs take forever and a day to dry.
Little Carl is next. Like the others, he enjoys the warm water until he realizes he is wet, and then he panics a little and tries to jump out.
I pour a bit more warm water on and he relaxes. Then he realizes he is wet, and then he panics a little and tries to jump out.
Carl’s fur is a bit longer, so we have to keep fluffing it up to get it dry underneath.
They all seem to like the hair drying part. It’s noisy, but it’s warm, and they all want to be the center of attention.
Stevie Ray Vaughn has to be last because his fur is so long it takes a couple forevers and then another week to get it dry. Plus, he’s a snippy little guy with a lot of attitude, and it’s good to practice on the NICE guinea pigs first. Stevie Ray is such a handful that I was unable to get any photos of him in the tub. Between the shampoo and the voluminous hair slowly expanding to fill the entire tub and the constant bean removal and the frantic jumping from one side to the other, there will probably never be any photos of this guy in the tub.
Stevie Ray likes the hair dryer, but it takes a long, long time and he gets bored. After a while he starts horsing around. He spins and slashes at us with the toenails on his hind feet, and the beans start flying. He stands up in the drying box- good! We can dry his belly fur! But no, he drops and spins. We get a dry clean towel. I hold him on his back like a baby, the way he loves to be held. Jillian takes advantage of the new damp exposed areas and he lets us dry him for another minute and a half.
We take a break, but all-in-all it probably takes over half an hour to dry this turkey. We’re wet, now. The kitchen is wet. I’m thinking ahead to dinner, maybe we’ll go out.
Meanwhile, back at the Dude Ranch, snacks are served. I wonder if they have noticed that they smell like raspberry shampoo.