Poor randy greasy little piggy

I managed to separate the guinea pigs run with a nice bit of wood and some crafty brickwork, so that LJ could go in with his family and not make them pregnant! LJ quickly saw that this was pathetically easy to jump over and did so.

Realising my rookie mistake, I remade it, this time with the big wire grill from the bbq. I went back to my bookand turned back to glance happily at the guinea pigs who were now ALL TOGETHER. I think LJ had actually laughed out loud when he crawled underneath it. Realising we were now in Colditz territory I put in more bricks and sealed off every nook and cranny. This time our randy little piggy was going to stay put. And he did. But boy, did he try to say hello to the girls. Which is where I realised I should have cleaned the grill, as the poor little fellow quickly became covered in grease. So at the end of the day, the girls went back to their hutch and LJ had a bath!