|Boadicea eats unmolested upstairs, Wedgwood downstairs|
None of it went quite as expected.
The only thing that was par-for-the-course was that Wedgwood didn't budge for the first 40 minutes. Boadicea got on the floor and was immediately like: Hey! We're home! Why do you have the floor blocked off from the cage? She had no interest in the new pig.
Beyond that, the introductions picked up right where they left off at the shelter. Boadicea was submissive, even on her home turf. There was hardly any chasing. Wedgwood spent her time ousting Boadi from whatever she wanted - the hay, the house, the cozy. Boadi yelled until she gave up and moved on.
Boadicea eventually tired of being picked on. There's nothing quite like a pissed off guinea pig - because for them it's quite literal. By late afternoon Boadi honed her aim, hitting Wedgie straight in the face at a 6-8" range. I spent the afternoon alternating between cheering Boadicea on and laughing at her comeuppance for all the grief she had dished out to Cannoli.