I love guineas and have had a fair few in life. The first one we had was called weet weet (cos of the noise he made). He loved my father to death and would follow him everywhere. One winter, he got out and tried to follow him to work, ended up frozen solid in the snow. Dad rushed back with frozen guinea, stuffed him in a sock and shoved him in the oven hmy: Pulled him out and threw whisky down his throat..............low and behold one drunk guinea running round the kitchen :laugh: The next guinea to grace my life was actually bought as a pressie for my son. This was the guinea to end all guineas. Even though we went on to have Scrooge, Humbug, Marley and Bumble, this guinea was the best! We named him weet weet after the original guinea, but somehow he ended up being called Dolly Schmoff (don't ask :laugh: ). Dolly decided that I was the love of his life and spent a lot of his time in the sleeve of my dressing gown, preferably when I was wearing it. When he died I. buried him in that dressing gown, even though it had cost a small fortune. When we first got him, we didnt realise he needed his food bowl with him and had him running free in the front room. Some hours had passed and I just made me and son a rice pudding for dessert. Came in with my delicious bowl of rice pudding, got spoon, went to take first bite, when Dolly leapt into the bowl and proceeded to eat my rice pud! I love rice pudding but I guess I loved that guinea more :laugh: He went everywhere with us, so holidayed all over the UK, much to the amusement of the locals. He ate the Christmas tree. He left little pressies all over the house (they make a pinging noise when vaccuumed up) and I miss him to this day. :sad: What's your guinea pig stories?