Birthday cake and Gotcha party

On August 20, 2018August 19, 2018 By geordieroscoeIn Birthdays1 Comment

Way-aye! Roscoe here, full of Gotcha cake, or was it birthday party? I’m not sure, and I don’t think Mam was either.

Anyroad, yesterday we had a party with cake. Me and Neville have been here a whole year. I have to say, I like it here. I’ve got used to the funny way Mam talks, and Bertie and Biggles too, for that matter.

Nev and I like our cage and the time we spend in the garden, especially with the blue tunnel to play in. And the morning routine is good too: Nev gets a cuddle and some cucumber (six pieces, he says, cos he counts), then gets to go on the floor for a run, with Biggles, who’s already been through the cuddle-cucumber bit. Then I get a cuddle and six pieces of cucumber, if I can’t fool Mam into giving me more. Then I join Nev on the floor and Biggles goes back in his cage.

Then Bertie goes and gets cuddled and finishes up the cucumber, and when he comes into the kitchen I get picked up and put back, then Nev joins me. Sometimes he stays a while to talk to Bertie, but I don’t like him doing that. Makes me cross to think Bertie has been trying to cuddle up to him. No matter, I forgive him after a bit. Then we get our pellets, and then Mam gets the breakfast from the garden or the fridge or a mixture of the two.

After we’ve eaten, it’s time for a snooze. And maybe we’ll go outside on the grass in the afternoon.

Then sometimes, like this weekend, we do other things later in the day, like have parties. The cake was delicious, although Nev was too busy with grass to start with. The grass has grown. I think we should be out there to trim it for you every day, Mam.

Our visitors came to see us

On August 13, 2018August 12, 2018 By bertie bossybootsIn Happenings3 Comments

Hello! I had a very exciting day yesterday.

Uncle Bob and Auntie Doris came to see us. I didn’t know them before that, but I do now. Mummy has known them a long time, and they’ve known most of the other pigs in George’s Guinea Pig World, but not personally. We’re the only ones they’ve ever held and stroked.

It was extra exciting because they breed and show guinea pigs, and they told Mummy what our breed was most likely to be. And Auntie Doris said Mummy could show me! I am very beautiful. Well, of course you know that. My face markings aren’t perfect (I have streaks in them) but I have a good coat and I am a nice shape. Mummy says I have grown in the last two weeks and my head has caught up with my body. I now have a proper boar shape, according to her.

I expect you agree with all that.

Auntie Doris was very taken with Roscoe. She thinks he’s smart. He might be part Dalmatian as he has a spot in the right place on his head, and he also has some Sheltie in him. She also says he has one blue eye and one brown one, which is why Mummy has been thinking his eyes aren’t the same shape. His brown eye is the one in his ginger patch and the blue eye is the one on the white side.

Neville is mainly Peruvian, probably with some Abyssinian as he has too many coronets. And Biggles is definitely descended from a Rex. That means I’m definitely descended from a Rex too, as we are litter brothers. Rex means king, so as I thought, we are royalty.

Neville with Doris

Biggles with Bob

Roscoe with Doris

Roscoe looking smart

Bertie with Bob’s beard

Bertie with Doris

We had nice cuddles with Auntie Doris and Uncle Bob as you can see here. I liked Uncle Bob’s beard. I like Uncle Bob and Auntie Doris very much and I hope they come back again soon.

We have grass! (well, just a little)

On August 6, 2018August 5, 2018 By geordieroscoeIn garden2 Comments

Hey! We’ve got some grass. Mam says it’s because it rained last weekend. There’s not much, just enough to make an odd-shaped run for one piggy group at a time.

I say ‘piggy-group’ because nobody wants to play with Bertie. Oh, well, Neville says he doesn’t mind playing with Bertie, not too much, anyway. But Biggles plays with Neville, no trouble. I think that’s a bit of cheek, because Neville is my cagemate. So if I see Biggles I tell him to leave Neville alone, okay? And then Mam makes sure we aren’t together any longer than absolutely necessary.

Roscoe in the shade

Biggles in the shade

Bertie in the shade

Bertie on the grass

Neville finds something more interesting than grass

Neville and Roscoe in the shade

Anyway, we have grass, and it’s in the shade, and Mam has been sitting out there at her table watching over us and reading her book-thing. That’s because we get the cat coming into the garden, and into our house, and generally making a nuisance of itself. It came in when Bertie was out on the kitchen floor the other day. Bertie was terrified. Mam was really angry. Not at Bertie, at the cat. We’re getting used to her rushing past us, to get out of the doorway and hiss at the cat. She tried taking a jug of water with her one time, but apparently it got away. I’m not sure what she was going to do with the water, but still.

Talking of water, we had baths on Sunday. We look gorgeous now. She told us so. She didn’t take photos though – she was too busy with golf stuff.

Till next time.

Roscoe

Things that go bump-flash in the night

On July 30, 2018July 29, 2018 By bertie bossybootsIn weather4 Comments

Hello, Bertie here.

It seems likes Roscoe’s request for grass didn’t quite work, but we did get rain. Mummy says it was Friday night mostly. But we did get some yesterday too. It’s been cooler, but nice. Also cloudy.

Neville in the sack

Bertie looking cute

Bertie’s nose in the hay

Roscoe under the arch

Friday evening Mummy told us to be prepared for fireworks in the sky, and they started around sunset time. They were a bit quiet to start with, then they got louder and flashier. Then the rain started. It was very windy too. I wasn’t frightened, even when the lights went out, because I was hiding in my tunnel. Biggles was hiding in his hay. Neville was hiding in his tunnel and Roscoe was looking calm and sophisticated in his blue sack. I don’t know how he always manages to look calm and sophisticated when he’s lying down. It’s just that superior look he gives, down his nose. Mummy wasn’t in any tunnels or sacks as far as I could tell. She was in the living room where we get our cuddles. I think she was watching the picture box when the light was on, and walking around lighting candles when it went out. It came back on again, though, and she went back to her picture box. She took some pictures out of the front door, too.

She went out in the rain at one point and we could hear her moving water about. She poured some into the barrel by the door and I think the rest went into the barrel at the other end of the patio. She had buckets out to catch more rain.

On Saturday it was nice, and we went out for a short time in the garden, but it was very windy and we each went back to our tents for shelter. Roscoe and Neville even sat in their tent together. Mummy soon got the message and brought us back indoors. There’s no grass out there. Mummy says it will start growing again if we get a little more gentle rain and not too much hot weather.

Yesterday there was a little more rain and lots of wind, and we didn’t go out. Mummy says it’s going to be hot hot hot again in a couple of days, so I think we’re still without grass. But the herbs have picked up, and we had nice pickings of oregano for breakfast.

I hope you are having enough grass, enough rain and enough sun, but Auntie Dawn has too much and Auntie Noelle has too little, and it sounds like Joshua is somewhere in the middle. Good luck, everybody.

PS It was Hugo’s day yesterday. Seven years since he died. Mummy says he’s in her new story. It’s his picture at the top of the page today.

PPS Mummy says to tell you all our bite marks have cleared up now. I have no idea what she’s talking about.

Still no rain, please send grass

On July 23, 2018July 29, 2018 By geordieroscoeIn weather3 Comments

Hi, Roscoe here, with dry feet, dry nose and dry grass. Mam has been giving us a bit of readigrass, when we’re out in the garden or when we come back in. She said yesterday we’ve nearly finished the bag. That’s quicker than we get through it in winter.

The pictures today are 2 weeks old. There’s no green at all now.

Mam comes out with the water showerer each evening. First those plants in pots, then the ones in the bare ground. I think there might be carrots coming up in that. She said the lettuce seedlings disappeared, and she sowed more on Saturday but I couldn’t see them yesterday. Maybe they take a while to appear.

She also does the bean plant which is next to the lavender. We like lavender a lot. We like bean leaves too, but not the bean pods. Well, Biggles likes the ends of them but not the middle. We don’t like the ends either.

She spreads water in quite a lot of other places but I can’t see where. She says she’d like it to rain every night for six weeks, nice and steady, like. Then the grass would grow, and the flowers would recover.

Have you seen the new colour scheme? We’ve finished mourning for Percy. It’s a long time, but he’s worth it. Now the colours are back to something brighter. Well, it’s the colour of the grass just to show you how bad it is. The picture on the main page shows Oscar, Kevin and Percy this time two years ago (the tall flowers are out again). Look how much grass there is! They couldn’t keep up with it.

I’d really like some grass like that. Now would be soon enough.

till next time

Roscoe

I’m totally adorable!

On July 16, 2018July 16, 2018 By bertie bossybootsIn Happenings3 Comments

I am smart, good-looking, will cuddle up to you if you need me, and I’m totally adorable.

So why does Mummy say I’m a monster?

Okay, that Roscoe told tales about me fighting him a few weeks ago.

And when I sneaked into Bertie’s run while Mummy was snoozing on Friday evening, well, it was his own fault we got into a fight. It was nothing to do with me. Why he was hiding in his tent, crying, when Mummy woke up, I have no idea. He’s a big baby. I was just in his tunnel, making sure next door’s cat didn’t intrude on our territory.

Apparently, apart from lots of patches where his hair has been pulled out, Biggles has a big bite on his back. Mummy’s put him straight onto Roscoe’s medicine before my germs can get nasty. MY germs? I reckon they’re Biggles’ germs. Or Roscoe’s even, leaving them lying around wherever he’s been. He goes everywhere, that chap. AND he’s been eating the bottom of the hay bag so the hay drops onto the floor. That’s quite clever, actually. I wish I’d thought of that.

But I don’t do things like eat hay bags. I’m a good boy. I’m totally adorable!

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