I am not a Drama Queen! But I am happy now

On October 21, 2019October 20, 2019 By geordieroscoeIn HappeningsLeave a comment

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

I am not a drama queen, which is what Bertie called me last week. I was genuinely right upset about everything going on.

But Mam sat down with me and we had a chat. Eventually I told her I was upset she’d given the little ones away, and she said, “but that’s what happens with foster piggies. I look after them for a while, and Auntie Sophie finds them a nice new home, and that’s where they’ve gone.”

Well, I didn’t know that. I didn’t realise they’d gone the day before we’d gone to Hampshire, I thought she’d left them behind and they’d disappeared, and then Mam disappeared for two days the next week, and… Anyway, now I understand, and Mam’s reassured me that I’m not going anywhere without her, unless she’s so sick someone else has to look after us, and she’s not planning on that any time soon.

And she’s let me go back to live with Neville, because she saw how much I was missing him. She told me if I start bullying him I’ll be out again. I don’t bully Neville. He just disagrees with what I tell him to do sometimes, and if he didn’t do that we’d get on perfectly all the time, instead of just most of the time. She sniffed in that way she does when she doesn’t believe me.

So I’m back with Nev in our run, and he’s happy with that. And Biggles is next door so we can chat, and he’s happy with that, and Bertie’s in the run above, and we can chat and run around together during floor time, and he’s happy with that.

So we’re all happy now.

Although we’ve had our last grass of the year, well, out in the run at any rate. It was yummy, and there was lots of it, but it takes ages to get dry, so we won’t go out if it’s wet or cold. And it’s only warm enough if the sun’s shining on us.

And Mam is working hard on her books and on stuff about houses, and she’s pretty happy too. And she’s started to prepare for Christmas. Well, she told me she’d ordered some Christmas tree decorations with pictures of Bertie & Biggles, and Nev & me. Apparently she’s got one for all the pigs in George’s GP world, so we’re part of her Christmas always.

See you next time

Roscoe xx

Please ignore Roscoe

On October 14, 2019October 13, 2019 By bertie bootsIn Food4 Comments

Hi everyone, Bertie here.

I don’t know what was up with Roscoe last week. He’s exaggerating wildly, and it’s not fair on Mummy. He’s just being a drama queen at present, and nobody can say why. He bumped his nose in the week, and sat in the corner of his cage saying ‘woe is me’ and other things. Mummy saw he was all fluffed up and took him to Dr Sally. Dr Sally couldn’t find anything wrong with him either. I think he had some Metacam and was better straight away.

Maybe Roscoe is just sensitive to all the things going on at present. Mummy explains everything to us, and we never go hungry, even if she’s away overnight. And mostly when she goes away she takes us with her these days.

Mummy’s very busy with her books and with legal things, and anxious about things that nobody can do anything about. I heard her saying to Uncle James on the phone she was worried about having fresh veg for us this winter, because there won’t be any in the new garden. Apparently famers in the UK can’t grow many lettuces in the winter, so there’ll be a shortage until the new import/export rules come in.

She’s been looking at the labels on our veggies now that autumn has come. Cucumbers come from the Netherlands, along with peppers, broccoli and cauliflower. Lettuce mostly comes from Spain. Beans come from Italy or Egypt. I like beans but Roscoe and Neville still don’t eat them. Cabbage and kale comes from the UK, but we can’t have much of those. The big bunches of herbs come from Italy, Spain or Belgium. Mummy says that if we move to our new garden we might have to go without fresh veg for a few days a week, but she’ll look for dandelion leaves and things like that. She’s planted some pots and troughs of carrots, lettuce and kale to take with us. And there’s a big pot of lavender, and she’ll put some mint in a pot before it dies back.

So, don’t believe Roscoe when he says Mummy isn’t looking after us properly. She says she’s also stockpiling hay and readigrass, just in case. Whatever that means.

See you next week.

Love,

Bertie xxxx

Abandoned! Starved!

On October 7, 2019October 13, 2019 By geordieroscoeIn Happenings3 Comments

Way-aye, Roscoe here… just.

The service here is getting terrible. Last week Mam abandoned us and left us all alone for two whole nights. It was nearly two whole days as well. I think if you added them together they nearly made two, anyway.

She gave us a packed breakfast in the afternoon and told us she’d be back after two sleeps. She did add, ‘well, about fourteen for you, I suppose’, which was just about right, I reckon. And she did turn up on Saturday morning to give us more hay, food and water.

Nev’s pleased to see Mam

Ready for cuddles and cucumber

Roscoe’s starving

Bertie abandoned

By then we were starving. I mean, the packed breakfast she gave us in the afternoon didn’t last past midnight, did it?

So when she finally came back we weren’t too pleased with her. I mean, we are all sufferers from abandonment. We get very worried if she isn’t here. Well, Bertie and Biggles have never suffered, but Neville and I have. Nev didn’t seem too worried, to tell the truth, but I was. She tried to get round us with cuddles and cucumber, and the others seemed fine with it. But I didn’t. It’s a destruction of trust or something.

How do I know she’s not going to do it again?

Oh. She says she will have to do it several times over the next few months. And eventually we’ll move down to a new house and stay there without her for a couple of days at a time until all the moving is finished.

I call this gross negligence. Does anyone know a lawyer?

till next time…

Roscoe xxx

Sleepy Time!

On September 30, 2019September 29, 2019 By geordieroscoeIn Happenings2 Comments

It’s sleepy time now, after our exhausting trip through the alphabet.

We’ve all been right tired after coming back from Hampshire. Mam was tired too. She said the drive was very long, with lots of long stops for accidents and things. We just went to sleep in our boxes, but it was a long way, and we wobbled around in our boxes on some of the roads. Still, at least we were with our Mam. I don’t mind travelling as long as Mam’s with us.

See you next week, when it’ll be October already!

Roscoe xx

Z is for Zones and The End

On September 23, 2019September 22, 2019 By bertie bootsIn a to z challenge2 Comments

Hello, Bertie here.

We’re in a different Zone here. We’re in Hampshire again. Hampshire’s in the South. Norfolk is in the East. Those are different zones, or regions, of our country.

I like Hampshire. Mummy is looking for a new house for us here. I like this one but it’s only for holidays. She was chatting to the nice owner Gill, who brought us some tomatoes. They discussed the house we’re looking for and said this plus the one next door would be perfect. But Mummy’s going out every day to look at others, and to see family. I like family. They came here last time.

With Uncle Phill and Auntie Cathy

With Dani

Z is also for The End of the alphabet. The End of our A to Z. It’s taken us all the way from April. We’ve had the whole of summer, eaten all the grass in the garden, met some foster babies, and changed around a bit.

The foster babies weren’t babies any more when they went back to Sophie on Thursday. Apparently they went to their new forever home yesterday. They’ve been eating all our food, obviously.

So, that’s the end of our A to Z Challenge. Roscoe sends his love. I hope you enjoyed our efforts.

What next?

love

Bertie xxx

Y is for Yesterday, Youth and Yummy

On September 16, 2019September 22, 2019 By geordieroscoeIn a to z challenge3 Comments

Waye-aye all, it’s Roscoe back again.

Y is the second last letter of our A to Z Challenge. It’s taken us a long time to get here, yet it seems like only Yesterday since we started.

Yesterday was Sunday and we spent a few hours out in the garden. Mam gave us a very large run, and then let the Youths in to a bit we’d been in. Youths is what we now call the Littlies, the three that Mam’s been fostering, since they’re much bigger now, and behaving more like teenagers than anything else.

Roscoe in his new tent

Ice, Eclipse and Fire

Biggles meets Fire

Mam’s been telling me off for being grouchy with everyone, including Neville, but I’m not as bad as Bertie, who came out of his run somehow on Tuesday, and attacked Biggles most unkindly. I don’t know Y he does it. Biggles had a bite on his cheek, but Mam says it’s healed up fine. Yesterday Young Eclipse got through one of the fence panels and came to see us oldies. We were very polite to him, and Mam saw him and came to collect him. He seemed quite polite too. I wonder why Mam hasn’t introduced us on the kitchen floor like she did the other two? I liked the white one, but the ginger one didn’t like being with me at all. Even though we chat when we’re out in the garden. They are going to be leaving us this week, to go to a new home, I think.

There’s not much Yummy grass left in the garden. We occasionally find a new patch under the shade of the wall, but there’s none under the tree on the other side because that trees taken all the moisture. Mam says we might as well have as big a run as she can make in case we find some we’ve missed.

We’re going down to Hampshire again next weekend, and I hope there’ll be some yummy grass there. Mam says not to hope too much, as they’ve had no more rain than we have. Apparently it’s wet where all the gardening programmes come from.

Y was a very difficult letter. Bertie’s got Z next week, which could be just as bad.

Mind you, Mam gave us some Yellow corn Yesterday. That was Yummy.

See you next time!

Roscoe xxx