Last weekend all six cavies were unwilling participants in Spa Day. The treatment began with nail trimming, a reasonably manageable task if enough carrot bribes are close at hand. After all, ill-humored pigs are far less likely to retaliate if they have a mouthful of baby carrot to distract them.
Next came the baths. By now everyone has become accustomed to being bathed in the kitchen sink but since it was chilly, the setup was moved to the much warmer bathroom. Upon being confronted with a shower head for the first time, the indignant Belka proceeded to throw a piggy temper tantrum.
Washing in pairs didn't make anyone much happier. Truffle and Poof scrambled around the shower stall searching for an escape route, which made soaping them up quite a challenge. Both were pooped by the time they were ready to be blow dried.
Abby-Roo also wasn't appreciative of the complete spa experience, grooming and shaking her fur out repeatedly under the hair dryer.
After the bath ordeal, both cages were changed and a mountain of pig laundry was washed. Meanwhile, all the pigs sat in a sulk for the remainder of the evening - except for Peaches, who was cross and puffed up well into the next morning. Boy, can that peeg hold a grudge.