Percy here. I know we said this before, but my lump has more or less disappeared again. In fact it’s been tiny for the last couple of weeks. Mummy has felt my chin and jaw very carefully, and says if she didn’t know it was there, she certainly wouldn’t find it.
I said “does that mean I don’t have to have my meds any more?” Even though I don’t have as much as after I went to Dr Simon, I’m still having one dose of metacam and my nutrimed daily.
Mummy said, “no, you’re still having your meds. Remember what happened last time it went down and I stopped giving you them?”
“Oh, yes,” I said. What happened then was after a few weeks my lump grew so big Mummy thought it was The End. I don’t want that to happen. I mean, it’s nearly time for fresh grass and running in the sunshine. So I’m still having a small dose of my meds, and Mummy said she’ll ask Dr Sally if maybe I drop to metacam every other day.
It isn’t sunshine and grass weather yet. There was a little bit of grass we had from the garden about a month ago, but we’ve had none since before Mummy went out for the week that Auntie Vikki visited. Roscoe showed you some of the pics from that last week, but here are some more. Look how sleek my left cheek is! This weekend we had snow again, but not as bad as before. Mummy says she hopes we’ll be into spring soon, and it’s Easter next weekend, so things will start Looking Up.
I do a lot of Looking Up but I generally only see Mummy coming towards me, or the light shining down, or the top of my cage. Maybe everything Looks Up when the sun shines, though, and that’s what Mummy means.
Apparently these daffodils are just coming into bloom, so maybe that’s the signal for us to go outside soon. This pic was from two years ago, I think. Oh yes, the date is on it.
Mummy’s URI has nearly cleared up. She still coughs sometimes, but the worst of the snorting seems over. I think she needs to go out in the garden more, but it’s not warm enough for her, either. The test is whether she can sit outside without a coat on. I’ll keep you informed.
Way-aye, it’s me, Roscoe again. It was right strange last week, when our Mam went out into the snow and we didna see hide nor hair of her for days. She told us she’d be going, and Auntie Vikki would be in to see us, but it didn’t work out like we expected, oh no.
First off, Mam wandered round on the day she was leaving, sayin’ funny things like “there’s no buses” and “there’s no taxis”. I wasn’t sure why she couldn’t take the car as usual, like, but there was a problem with that, apparently. Anyway, we had loads of extra hay, and extra pellets, and extra veggies, and eventually Uncle Michael came and they both left.
Well, a couple of days came and went, and Percy sent a whistle down to ask if Auntie Vikki had been. We’d met Auntie Vikki because she came to see us all and know who we were for our veggies while Mam was out. But apparently all that snow outside meant Auntie Vikki couldna get here, so on Saturday Auntie Claire came instead.
That’s all well n’ good, but it was, like, me sayin “Who are you?” and everyone else divin for cover because there’s this strange lady in the house. She had snow boots on when she came, so I reckon she walked here. She wasna strange at all of course, and I watched her carefully and checked her out, and it was real food and veggies she gave us, so I said “thank you very much,” like you do. I was very grateful to her. Mummy says she’s very grateful to her, too. She’s coming round this week to say hello properly and have a cuppa with me Mam.
Next day and the days after, Auntie Vikki got through, and apologised for leaving us on our own. Percy got his meds, and we all got cleaned and cuddled. Well, Biggles refused the cuddle, but he did get a bit braver on the next day, and came out of one of his hidey holes to say hello.
Roscoe with Vikki
Bertie get over his shyness
Nice clean cage
Percy likes Auntie Vikki
Then Mam came back and checked us all and told us what good boys we were and how wonderful Aunties Claire and Vikki had been to come and look out for us.
And we all agree with that. Thank you very much, Auntie Claire, and Auntie Vikki, for coming through the snow to look after us, even after the snow disappeared. And for teaching me and Percy how to do selfies when Mam’s not here.
Mind you, Mam’s been making funny snorting noises ever since she got back. She didna go out to get us fresh lettuce till Saturday. Mind you, we had leaves from the garden on Friday. They’d been growing in the warm white tent all snug in the snow. So that’s what those white things do.
Hi there, Percy here again. This is the five hundredth post on George’s Guinea Pig World. I am very honoured.
I suppose I’m honoured to be part of the worldwide blogging community. Well, that’s what Mummy calls all the people who blog, everywhere in the world. We don’t know everyone that blogs all over the world, but we do know some of you 😀
I thought I’d better give you a run-down of who’s been posting in George’s Guinea Pig World (with their funny usernames), although you probably know them better than I do, because you have a longer memory than me.
Our authors on the blog
George started it all. I don’t know if Mummy suggested it or he did. You can still read his original introduction to the blog. He first blogged on 8th May 2009, with two posts, one about favourite foods, and the other about having his grease gland cleaned. He did 63 posts, the last one was on 1st May 2011, which was about Hector’s first birthday. A lot of his posts are about visits to the dentist, because George had bad teeth and lots of operations. Mummy says I remind her of him sometimes, especially when I’m being stoical. I had to look that word up.
Fred was George’s brother, and he took over when George died. He’s a little more intellectual than George. He started some new posts about the way the world works, and left one to be published on the spring equinox. That surprised Mummy because he died the November beforehand. He just missed George too much. It seems to be that way with brothers that live together. Fred did 51 posts including his memories of George on the day before he died.
Victor took over from Fred, after 18th November 2011, although he’d stepped in once before when George couldn’t post because he was in hospital. He had a style of his own, but he settled down to proper English eventually. He did 93 posts, including an AtoZ Challenge on the theme of food (good theme!). He alternated with Dylan for a while, then Dylan lost interest for a bit. Hm, sounds a little like Bertie. Then Victor continued on his own until he died in May 2013. I think Victor did lots of interesting posts.
Dylan’s first post was a very short introduction when Victor was doing the A to Z Challenge in April 2012. Dylan was only four or five months old then. He blogged off and on until Victor died, when he took over. His posts are really very good; he puts a lot of his personality into them. He got to report on the Jubilee Party in the Park, which we’ve never managed to replicate because there’s always someone who will pick a fight (Bertie). He also reported on his ninja capabilities (probably outside the ninja code). He did an AtoZ Challenge with Kevin, talking about guinea pig friends, which is useful because a lot of them are in Mummy’s books. He did 110 posts in all, so he was very industrious in spite of forgetting several times.
Kevin joined in just before the Ato Z Challenge with Dylan. Kevin always sounds very reasonable, but then he was. He was clever without being a cleversticks (Dylan). He had an amazing life, like Colman, and he told us about it a few times. In fact his first post was Colman for the AtoZ Challenge, but he’d been looking after the Facebook page before that, so he knew how to talk to people. He only blogged 58 times, but they were really good posts, including guest interviews with people, like Auntie Dawn. Maybe I should do some more. He died in May, after getting a lumpy neck after Colman died. I’d started to help out, and we did the A to Z together on the theme of things we liked. That was only last year. I still miss him.
I was the next Blogger to take over. I first posted on 4th April 2016, and got Kevin to check it for me. I did a post called The Last of the Jubilee Seven when Kevin went over the Bridge. This is my seventy-third post! I wonder if I’ll manage to get past Victor?
Sigh. What to say about Bertie? He’s a nightmare, although he can be very sweet. So far he’s done sixteen posts, and most of them are me, me, me. He’ll probably improve as he grows up, and maybe he’ll be back again in future.
Roscoe has only just started, as you know. He’s a nice chap. I like him. I could do with spending more time with him, in truth, but I expect when we get grass time we’ll get more time to chat. That shouldn’t be long now. Although it was snowing again last week. Roscoe’s done three posts so far, and they’ve all been interesting, haven’t they.
So that’s us, and I hope the posts add to 500. Well, they don’t, because sometimes Mummy posts things (32), especially memorials, and occasionally other things.
People who’ve lived here who haven’t posted are Hugo, Hector, Humphrey, Colman, Oscar and Midge. I wonder why. I’ll ask Midge and tell you next time.
Oh, and I’d just like to thank Auntie Vikki for coming in and seeing us this week. It’s been great.
How do you like this pose, then? Wor Neville thinks it’s a bit much, me standing on him while he’s in the tunnel, but he’s a big boy, he can take it.
All the news is about Neville this week. First the update on his teeth. They are nearly new. You can see on these photos Mam took of them, how much they’ve grown in three weeks. First when they had just broken off, then a week later, they’re okay but little stubby things. Then last week about three-quarters grown. Mam checked the length of both top and bottom teeth then, and trimmed the bottom ones to make sure they didn’t overgrow. That would have meant Nev’s top teeth started wearing before they had grown right down, and that would have meant his molars (back teeth) wearing in the wrong place too. Anyway, the latest pic shows they are nearly back to normal. (If you click the first you can get large pics and scroll through).
There’s a photo on our wall opposite. Actually, there’s lots of photos on the wall opposite. Mam says that the one directly opposite our cage is Hugo. She says I remind her a lot of Hugo, the way I stand looking out, walk up her arm, take an interest in everything. And the way I’m a divil for plastic bags. Ooh, yes, plastic bags are great. Apparently I’m the worst plastic bag chewer since Hugo. Surely you mean the best, Mam?
Anyway, the photo at the other end is of Dylan and Dougall. Apparently today is Dylan’s anniversary. He pined for his brother so much that he went over the Rainbow Bridge to be with him. That was today in 2015. That’s three years ago. Percy says he knew Dylan, and met Dougall, but he wasn’t well, so he didn’t get to know him before he passed. Percy says Dylan was a canny chap. Actually, Percy doesn’t, he says Dylan was a great chap who knew a lot and kept everyone in their place. That sounds like a canny lad to me. Percy talks a bit posh sometimes.
The question is, can you tell Neville from Dylan; and for that matter can you tell him from Dougall? Take a look at these:
Dougall loves melon
Dougall’s third birthday
Dylan and the grassy tunnel
Mam says Neville is more milk chocolate coloured and Dylan and Dougall were more like mahogany. That’s a rich dark brown. Mam often uses long words. And Neville is very like Dougall in temperament, too. Ah, he’s a bonny lad is Neville. I bet I’d have got on well with Dougall too. I’m not sure about Dylan. But if he was the boss, and I was happy with that, we’d have got along okay, I reckon.
This week the sun was shining a lot, and some days Mummy brought us in some real grass from the garden. It’s not long, and there’s not much of it, but it’s really nice. Mummy says it’s far too cold for us to go out yet. Although Roscoe told me that a few days Mummy has left the door ajar when she’s gone out and he didn’t think it was that cold.
My teeth seem to be working properly again, and Mummy’s very pleased with me. I’m not sure my bottom is working properly, though. Sometimes it feels a bit sore then Midge comes and asks what’s wrong and I tell him to go away. Then Mummy asks what’s wrong and why are we bickering. I think she thinks I might have something wrong, but doesn’t know what. I suppose that means I’ll see Dr Sally soon. Maybe it’s a good idea, but I prefer to be left to get on with things quietly on my own, really.
Roscoe’s very happy cos he’s off his meds, and even happier because he’s finishing up any of my special brew that I don’t drink in the mornings. His scar is all healed with no more stuff underneath it, and his hair is growing back. Neville’s teeth are growing too. They are about three-quarter length, and Mummy says she needs to make sure the bottom ones don’t grow too long and upset the balance of his chewing.
And that’s the news from here, really. It would have been Victor’s tenth birthday tomorrow if he’d still been here. That’s ancient.
Roscoe here. Glad to see you again. I gather a few had a wee problem with the accent, like. Sorry bout that, but Mam says she likes it.
This week was very exciting. We had a birthday party for young Biggles and his brother Bertie. You know I’m not right friendly with Bertie. And Percy filled me in on events between Biggles and Bertie. It sounds like Bertie’s as bad with his brother as he is with me.
Anyhow, Biggles invited Neville and me to his party, which was on the floor in the living room. That was different! We don’t usually run around there. There was a nice warm blanket with something crinkly underneath. Mam says it’s a plastic tablecloth to protect her floor carpet. Oh, I get you 😉
I had fun exploring, and nosing around the things there, and I found some shiny things up at the side, apparently they spelled out summat, but I don’t read long words too well, especially when the letters are twice the size of meself. Neville discovered the birthday cake and spent nearly all his time there. Well, it was nice, and I did have some. Just not that much. Biggles was a bit shy of it too. He had a good rumble at me instead.
I gather the others had a second party with a separate birthday cake which Midge spent most of his time eating. Midge and Neville – I wonder what they’d do if they lived together?!
Neville’s teeth are growing along okay. Mam took more photos this weekend to show you how they go, week on week. Neville hasn’t lost any weight, mind.
And my lump has finally gone away (touch wood, Mam says), and I’ve finished one of the antibiotics and Mam says I can finish the other on Thursday. Of course it’s the horrid tasting one that lasts longer. I cannot wait for Thursday.