Slimmers World part 2 and my bid for stardom

On February 18, 2019February 17, 2019 By geordieroscoeIn Health2 Comments

Way-aye there, Roscoe here again.

Hope you’re all doing well. We’ve had nice sunshine the last couple of days, and Mam hasn’t been wearing lots of clothes (plenty but not lots of woolly ones). She says it’s only February so don’t expect to go out on the grass yet. But I know there’s photos of past piggies on the grass in February, so I’m getting me hopes up.

Mam is very disappointed with our diets. I think she’s disappointed with her own, to be honest, since she tries hard during the week and then she says it all goes wrong at weekends. I told her we should dole out her food, but she doesn’t listen.

Mind you, this starving us hasn’t had much effect so far. It’s hard to tell though, because if you’ve just had a wee it could make you weigh a lot less. Mam’s done something clever with her pictures to give you this chart of our weight loss over the four weeks.

Neville’s line is at the top. You can see that after the black line that shows when we started these slimming things he’s dipped below the 1700 gms line. So maybe it’s helping him. He certainly comes and stretches up for his cucumber and things from Mam, so maybe that’s helping.

The next line is Biggles. I don’t know what he’s eating, but he’s not been losing any, and Mam’s very disappointed with him. She says he’s a bit more active though. Bertie’s the next one down. If I was feeling kind I’d say he’s lost a bit in the last couple of weeks, but since he put it on to start with, he’s only a tiny bit less.

And then there’s me. I’m the lightest of us anyway. Mam says that’s no excuse, I’m heavier than ‘huge Hugo’ ever was. I suppose that bursts my bubble a bit, but not much. I was doing well till that birthday party, so I reckon we can blame it all on your cake, Mam.

Mam says we’re continuing with the diet till we’ve got through all the special food. Well, it’s fairly tasty when you get used to it, so that’s okay. I miss the occasional carrot though.

I’m a star!

It’s an exciting week coming up, ‘cos I’m on Furkid Friday this coming Friday. Don’t miss it. This is the link, but don’t click it till Friday as it won’t work till then. You get to meet Joshua, and he interviews me, and there are pictures, too. You’ve probably seen the pictures before, mind.

And here’s Joshua in his cage!

…and we’re still thinking about Auntie Tori, who says she’s had her operation and is home recovering. Get well soon, Auntie Tori ❤

Bertie here again!

On February 11, 2019February 10, 2019 By bertie bootsIn Birthdays3 Comments

Hello everybody. I asked Roscoe very nicely if I could post again today to tell you about my birthday. He said something like “I suppose you’d better because you’ll be insuferabel till you’ve told everyone”. I don’t know what insuferabel means but I expect it’s a compliment.

We had a lovely time. Mummy did portraits of us in the morning… look:

and then we had a nice run in the kitchen. Later we came downstairs again, and Mummy had set up a lovely party room for us. I enjoyed running around in that, and everyone came! I spoke very nicely to Roscoe, and he spoke nicely to me most of the time, but Mummy decided he’d better go home before the party ended. Then Biggles came down. We said hello, and then I said something Biggles didnt agree with, and Mummy asked me if I’d enjoyed myself (which I had), and she took me home. From the photos it looks like Neville helped Biggles enjoy his own birthday cake, as we’d already demolished mine.

Bertie poses with his cake

Neville helps Bertie eat his cake

Neville, Roscoe and Bertie pile in to the cake

Biggles leads Neville to his own cake

Biggles poses with cake

And when the party was finally over, Mummy got me and Biggles to sit together on the chair in our room so we could have a photo together like I did with Uncle Percy.

We both sat very nicely and didn’t fight at all. Biggles didn’t want his cucumber, so I helped him out. Then he changed his mind. There’s no pleasing some people!

But Mummy said we were good boys, and she hoped we enjoyed our birthday. Well, I did, anyway!

Thank you for sending me happy birthday wishes, it was very kind of you.

And we hope Auntie Tori is feeling okay after her vet visit. I think she had to stay in, so we hope she’s well enough to come home soon.

I’ll let Roscoe blog next week.

Love

Bertie (aged 2)

It’s my birthday on Thursday

On February 4, 2019February 4, 2019 By bertie bootsIn Birthdays5 Comments

Hi there, Bertie here. It’s my birthday on Thursday! I’ll be two years old. Biggles will be two, too. Mummy says we can have a party in the living room again. I like parties. We had a great time last year.

But now I feel sad, because last year I was with Midge and Percy having a good time. Mummy says they were some of her favourite pictures of the year, the three of us gathered around my cake.

Bertie and Midge

Roscoe and Neville

Neville at our first birthday

Roscoe checks out the room

Midge and Percy help Bertie with his cake

Percy

But this year we might all get together if I promise not to argue with Biggles. Or Roscoe. Roscoe and I have been having chats through our cages, and also chats on the floor in the kitchen when we change over. But only short ones. It’s because Roscoe’s older than me and doesn’t agree that I’m in charge. We have a conversation about it and then I try to put my foot down and Mummy steps in and picks one of other of us up before we can get cross with each other. She wouldn’t need to do that if Roscoe would only agree with me.

On the diet front, we all lost weight this week except for Biggles. Mummy’s very pleased with us. We’re very pleased with Mummy, too, although she said she had a bad day yesterday. If we doled out her food for her, she wouldn’t be able to help herself to other things. That’s her problem, really.

Have a nice week and hopefully we’ll have some new party pictures for you next time.

Love

Bertie (aged 1) xxx

Slimmers World, first report

On January 28, 2019January 27, 2019 By geordieroscoeIn Food, Health3 Comments

Hi there, Roscoe here.

Well, we’ve been eating these pellets for over a week now, and we’re all okay with them. They’re not perfect, but you kinda get used to them. I reckon in a week or two I’ll be saying they’re right tasty.

Update on our weights: Bertie is about the same. Biggles went up 10 grams and down twenty grams. That could be just that he’s wee’d or not. I’ve done much the same. Saturday I was up 10 grams, but Mam says I’m doing okay really. Neville’s a little star, he put on 20 grams the first week and lost 40 this week.

What I notice about Neville is he’s much keener to poke his nose into stuff and find tasty things to eat. He used to just laze around and eat what was in front of him. He even stood up against the cage side the other day when it was cucumber time. Mam is real pleased with him being more mobile, but she doesn’t hear him moan that he’s starving. He’s desperate for that cucumber!

I think the ready-grass is helping because it changes what we think of as food. Mam’s putting it in our bowls, and it’s really difficult to have an empty bowl when you’ve got bits of grass in it. We have managed to lick them clean on a couple of days though. But we’ve always got lots of hay, so we can eat that, and play in it, and hide in it, and that keeps us from feeling hungry.

Mam says she’s doing well on her own diet some days, and not so good on others. But she’s doing her best, and she’s been doing more exercise too. I think she does a lot of moving around to some special music she puts on every evening. Maybe we should have some music to move around to, too, Mam.

At least we’re all suffering together.

See you next time

Roscoe xxx

We got new pellets this week

On January 21, 2019January 20, 2019 By bertie bootsIn Food4 Comments

Hello, Bertie here.

It’s all Roscoe’s fault. He had tummy ache last Sunday and then again on Thursday he was a bit quiet, so Mummy took him to the vet. It was a new vet, Dr Helen, because Dr Sally was having a baby. In fact it turned out that Dr Sally was having her baby right then, because Mummy saw the announcement and picture on Facebook later in the day. The baby’s a very small girl, only just a bit bigger than me.

And Dr Helen said that was the only problem with Roscoe. Roscoe was too fat. And I weigh more than him, and Biggles weighs more than me, and Neville weighs more than all of us. Dr Helen suggested Roscoe had new low-fat pellets, called Excel DualCare, so we all had to have them.

Well, they tasted horrible to start with, but when you get used to them, they’re not bad. And it’s better than having the tiny amount of Harrison’s pellets Mummy was giving us. Mind you, she also gave us ProFibre, which is also low fat and high fibre, and I love that. She first got it for Percy and Midge, and she used to give me just one for a treat. Now I have a whole scoopful. It’s a five mg scoop. It’s not very big, but it’s better than just one.

Biggles doesn’t like the ProFibre, but apparently he finally finished his yesterday, since there was nothing else in his bowl for him to eat. We also get yummy hay and ordinary hay, and lots of veggies for breakfast. But we never see carrots any more, and rarely peppers, although Roscoe and Neville don’t like peppers. I don’t know why. I like them. So does Biggles.

But the good thing is, Mummy’s on a diet too and doesn’t eat bread or biscuits or anything like that any more. That’s her equivalent of carrots. But she can eat carrots, because they are good for her.

They’re good for me, too, Mummy. Really.

I wish spring would come. Then we could go outside and eat grass.

See you next time.

Bertie xxx

Not quite myself today

On January 14, 2019January 13, 2019 By geordieroscoeIn Health5 Comments

Morning all. Roscoe here.

I’m not feeling quite right today. I wasn’t feeling quite right yesterday either, and Mam noticed and gave me some tubejuice.

She asked me what was wrong, because I was right quiet like, ‘not like meself at all’ as she said. Of course I couldn’t answer her, and anyway I didn’t right know what was wrong except I felt all funny inside. Stuffed up, you might say.

She said she thought I might have a tummy upset. Sounds like it might be.

She gave me lots of mint with my breakfast, which she said would help. Well, I reckon mint will help any time. It’s a right pick-me-up, is mint. So I ate all that, and then I had a snooze, and Mam went out all day, and I felt a bit better by the time she came back.

But she says if I didn’t seem right today she’d take me to the vets.

So I’ll see how I feel after another snooze, and let you know if she decides to take me to see Dr Sally. Although Dr Sally may not be there because she’s having a baby. I don’t know who I’ll see then.

More later.

Bye for now

Roscoe xxx

PS. I’m being interviewed by Joshua too. On 22nd February. We’ll remind you nearer the time.