Hi there humans. This is Gwydion again.
There's not much to say this week. I tell you what though... It's squeaking cold here! I mean, REALLY cold! We had a fine sprinkling of something that Kero and the humans said was, "trying to be snow, but not managing it." I was confused about this, but later discovered that what they meant was that it was snow, but there was so little of it that it wasn't really worth calling it snow, because although it stayed, it ended up being more like frost than anything. I'm not too sure what snow is or if it's a good thing. I've not really had anything to do with snow. Kero tells me there was some around the time that I was born, but I was too little to remember that, and I don't even remember if I was outside for it or not. I mean, come on, I'm only a little guinea pig. I mean, I've been here now for 5 months, and I'm only 8 months old (Well, OK, 8 and a half months). I don't really remember much about what happened to me before I was in the place where the Mami human and the Mamgu human came to get me from. And I definately don't remember any of this snow stuff. I hope snow turns out to be a good thing. Although, if the snow is the reason it's so cold, then it can't be, because - as I said - it's squeaking cold here... Which isn't a good thing, let me tell you!
OK, well, I think I will let this do for this week. For one thing, I haven't got much to say. For another thing, I have a pile of nice, warm, cozy, snuggly hay in my cage waiting for me, so I'm going to go and curl up in that to keep warm. I've got a full tummy from the breakfast I just had, and I've taken my turn with writing the "Furkid Friday" blog post. Now I can warm up, and maybe take a nap until it's time for my dinner.