Meet Biggles and Bertie

Bertie and Biggles arrived on Monday afternoon.  It was raining hard and I was just dozing quietly on my bed, when Mummy came in.  She’d been gone since lunchtime.  She took a box with her, which was strange, since when she takes a box with her, she usually puts one or two of us in it to go to the vet.  This time she brought it back with two baby piggies in it, brothers – six weeks old, and gave them both to me!

I don’t know who was most surprised, them or me. But for the next couple of hours I was rushed off my feet!  They didn’t stop chasing around, jumping on me, telling me what to do (I told them right back what they should do.)  Eventually they got tired.  I was glad, because I was tired too, and we all had nice snoozes and relaxed again.  Mummy was very pleased to see us getting along fine.

They are very nice chaps, especially now they’ve settled in a little.  I can tell Bertie is going to be a mischief.  Biggles might, too, but he’s shyer, and more inclined to listen, or hide under my camouflage sack while I’m lying on top of it.  Bertie’s the one with the white face.  He has very sleek, silver hair.  Each hair is multi-coloured, which means he’s a ‘silver agouti’.  Biggles is fluffier, really soft and fluffy.  He looks very like Midge, in fact there’s a video on our facebook page which shows them together, and apart from size they look no different.  Midge has a white nose stripe, though.

It was even more exciting on Saturday when we all went out in the garden together for the first time.  Us older chaps had been out a few times in the last two weeks, but on Saturday, Mummy put the Bs and me out, then brought down Kevin and Midge and stood by, watching.  I expect she thought that Bertie would be all over Midge and Kevin like he was with me.  Midge is a nice chap, but he’s quite firm with his dignity.  What happened was… nothing!  You’d have thought that everyone had been getting along together for years!  Mummy was so pleased.

Of course, Oscar still carries on like he’s something special, and although I run around with him in the kitchen okay, he got bossy when we were out in the garden the other week, so Mummy popped me in with Kevin and Midge, which is much more sociable.  Sigh.  I don’t know what Mummy’s going to do with Oscar, but if he can’t be friendly, he’ll just have to lump it.

Meanwhile, I’ll continue teaching Biggles and Bertie how to be proper guinea pigs, until they’re big enough to be left on their own.  At the rate they’re growing, that probably won’t be more than a few weeks.

Link to the video on Facebook

Our April posts for the A to Z Challenge #AtoZThemeReveal

Hello everyone, especially everyone who hasn’t visited us before.

I’m Percy and this is Kevin. Oh and that’s Midge in the background, wondering why we were eating his birthday cake.

We run this blog, called George’s Guinea Pig World, because George started it.  None of us ever met him, because he died in 2011.  That’s a very long time ago.  Only Kevin was even alive then, and he was very young and lived somewhere else.

We’ve done the A to Z Challenge before on here.  Victor did Food and Dylan did Friends.  This year Kevin and I are sharing the workload and doing….

Our Favourite Things

So come back on April 1st (well, come back next Monday as well, because we always post on Mondays) and discover what our favourite thing beginning with A is.

love

Percy xxx

I’m feeling tired

Well, I have been feeling tired.  I’m not so tired today.

Mummy noticed I was looking a bit fluffy, which sometimes mean I’m not well, but really it was just I felt tired, and a little uncomfortable, but I think it’s only old age.  I’m six and a half, you know, which is 90 in human terms.  I have meds for my arthritis in the mornings, one is called glucosamine, for joints, and the other is called metacam, for pain relief.  They work well and most of the time I feel fine.  And while I like my loft space, and do a lot of sleeping up there, it is a bit of a struggle to get up the ramp to it.

Mummy asked me whether I’d like to move to the flat part of the run full-time.  Well, I would, and I wouldn’t.  I like the view from the loft.  But I liked being able to move around freely when I was in the other run – that was when Colman was alive and fit.  When he stopped going up into the loft Mummy swapped us over.  He had the same meds as I do now.  Actually, I’m older than he was when he stopped using the loft.

I don’t know whether I want to change to the other run or not.  I’ll let Mummy decide.

Next week we’ve got a special post for the A to Z Challenge.  I’ve done nearly all my posts for it.  Percy and I shared them out.  I expect he’ll tell you all about it.

The dentist visited us

We had a visit from the guinea pig dentists on Thursday.  Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry were coming to see Mummy and they brought their dentist kit.  They were trained by the Cambridge Cavy Trust to do our teeth without anaesthetic, which the vets don’t like, apparently, but it was okay and soon done, and we didn’t have to be in our boxes to be driven anywhere (especially to the noisy vets with all those barking, yelping and crying dogs).

First to be done were Midge and Kevin.  Midge has had comments about his teeth on both his last vet visits, but they were comments about the opposite sides of his mouth, so Mummy knew something was self-correcting.  Apparently his teeth were a little long, and had mostly done too much wearing away of the top ones, so they’ve been adjusted to get them better balanced.

Kevin was very glad not to be driven to see them.  He’s been to see them a couple of times and he says it’s a LONG way.  Mummy says it’s not as far as the Cambridge Cavy Trust, which is where George had to go, and George used to get car sick.  Poor George.  I don’t mind going in the car.  I’ve only done short journeys though.

Kevin’s teeth were more or less fine, but he fussed a bit about having them done, until he realised Auntie Shirley wasn’t going to let him go.  His front teeth are fine again, too.

Oscar’s teeth were one of the things Mummy wanted checked because he’s not been eating hay and he’s been drinking a lot and losing weight.  Uncle Barry said he had very long front molars, but the back ones were fine, so maybe he couldn’t move the hay through to the back.  He sorted him out and when Oscar came back, he started eating the fresh hay Mummy gave us.  Then he went and sulked in the corner.

Then I had mine looked at and I didn’t like it at all.  I tried wriggling a lot and Auntie Shirley told me all the others had been very calm, and what was my problem?  Well, I didn’t like it, that was my problem.  But Uncle Barry took some sharp corners off the front of my molars and they do feel better now. So I suppose it was worth it.

Thank you, Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry, and thank you for treating Mummy to lunch and staying for tea and talking about books.  Books are good.

One year since Dylan left us

It seems a very long time, but it’s a whole year since Dylan pined away for his brother, Dougall, and went over the bridge on February 26th.

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Mummy missed him a huge amount to start with, and for a very long time after, although of course we cuddled her and helped her through it.  She says she’s better now, although she still aches when she sees the videos she took of him.

I thought he was an interesting person.  He seemed quite bossy, but he was very nice with it.  Some pigs can be bossy and aggressive, but he just wanted everyone to do what he thought was best, and if you did that, all was fine.  Mummy says he got a bit boisterous during his last birthday party, and she picked him up to keep him from spoiling things, and Kevin and Dougall and I ran around together just fine.  He sat on her lap looking down on us, and he was quite calm.  Maybe surveying us from a high point, watching over us, just suited him.

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Dylan watching

Kevin says life has been very quiet without him around.  I can imagine that’s true.  Never a dull moment with Dylan.  What a character!

 

Victor would have been nine years old today

Kevin reporting today, since I knew Victor.  He was a grand old man when I arrived, although then he was only four.  He lived till he was six and one-quarter, or thereabouts, and he was the friendliest and most amiable guy you could imagine.  Humphrey was friendly too, but a little more reserved.

Victor's 6th birthday
Victor’s 6th birthday

I suppose I may have met him on the floor in the kitchen beforehand, but I always remember the day of the Queen’s Jubilee [in 2012], when we had a party in the garden, all seven of us – Victor, Humphrey, Hector, Dylan, Dougall, Colman and me.

Our party in the park arena
Our party in the park arena
The Jubilee Seven
The Jubilee Seven

Those were the days!

There are lots of posts written by him on here – you can click his photo in the ‘Authors’ at the bottom, and read more of his wise words and reportage.

In other domestic news: Mummy washed my tent the other day and the wire on the base broke, but she says it’ll be okay for sitting in until the better weather comes.  I wonder if that means she’ll get me a new one, or whether she’s got another hanging around not being used?  She also mixed in some new stuff called ‘muesli’ with my pellets.  She said Victor liked it, and she thought I might too.  Such a kind Mummy ❤

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Exciting News x 2

We’ve got exciting news!

  1. Mummy says we can do the A to Z Challenge in April, as long as we don’t do too much writing for it.  We can do a picture and a few words.  So that’s what we’re doing.
  2. Auntie Dawn has brought a new piggie home, because she has room now Atti has gone over the Rainbow Bridge.  That’s what happens, since so many piggies need rehoming.  The new piggy is called Gus, or Augustus, and he’s a little like Willoughby and a little like Digby.

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And even more exciting news, Auntie Sophie brought three new girlies home and a few weeks later one of them has had four babies, 2 boys and 2 girls, and another had 3 babies: 2 girls and 1 boy.  This is why piggies need rehoming, by the way.

We had Grass!

Percy here.  Not much happened this week, except we said goodbye to Auntie Dawn’s Atticus, which was very sad.  We’re just waiting for news of whether she found someone else needing a good home yesterday.

The most exciting thing that happened to us was that Mummy brought in some fresh grass from the garden for us.  Here’s Midge enjoying his (and Kevin with his in the other photo).

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I’ve got my bed back!

Kevin here!  Percy wanted to write about the funny smells Mummy’s been making, which I thought wasn’t very kind of him, and I wanted to write about my bed.  And I’m the webmaster, so I won.

Mummy gave me my bed back last week, after she took most of my other cagewear to be washed, and put my purple one back saying “here you are Kevin – you can keep warm in this old thing till the others are dry.”

THIS OLD THING??????

This is my lovely purple (aubergine is it’s official colour) snugglesac which Colman and I had when we first came to live with Mummy.  It was like an old friend back in my life – in fact it sort of reminded me of Colman.  I think Mummy started to realise when she took this picture of me – I’d gone straight into it as soon as she put it down, and then she started giving me strange looks until she took the photo.

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It was lovely and dreamy in there.  Oh, and that’s a beetroot stain on my leg.  So there I was dozing away, and Mummy looked through her old photos to see if I really had had it before, and she found it had been mine all the way from 2012, when Colman and I moved in, to 2014, when we got the snowman cagewear.  I think Hector had it after that, but Mummy said, actually Humphrey and Hector were the first people to have the purple and grey cagewear, because she got it for the grey cage they lived in when they first arrived.

Well, that makes sense, because Col and I had the grey cage when we arrived. And we had that cagewear all the way through to 2014.  I think we had the grey cage because Hec and Humph had moved into the cage that used to be Hugo and Victor’s when Victor moved in with Fred.  Then Humphrey and Hector fell out with each other, and Mummy moved Victor (who by now was living with the babies that were Dylan and Dougall) in with Humphrey, and Hector into the grey cage on his own and we came upstairs to the run (which is lovely).  It’s all very complicated and I don’t know how Mummy manages to keep tabs on it all.  Now Midge and I have the upstairs run, Oscar has Hugo & Victor’s cage, and Percy has Fred & George’s cage.  But Percy lived in the grey cage when he first arrived as Dylan and Dougall were still in Fred & George’s cage.

But the other thing Mummy found when she found those photos were lots of short moving pictures of Colman and me running around on the kitchen floor.  And then she found a lot more, including of Fred & George, and Dylan & Dougall and everyone.  If you’d like to see those, they’re on our YouTube channel!

Anyway, the purple snugglesac is mine again now.  She said the purple and grey one is for emergency only, and the purple and grey tunnel had to be thrown away.  But I’m keeping my favourite one, probably forever 🙂