There are two men talking to Mummy

Hello, Bertie here again.

There are two men talking to Mummy.  One started a couple of weeks ago, and he’s been talking to her every evening last week.  He might be reading her a story, because she’s listening to him very carefully.

The other man usually talks to her at weekends, and he says a lot of names and numbers.  She’s watching what he’s doing, but I don’t know what.  Although I did take this selfie of us, and you can see what she was looking at on the screen.  I don’t think that’s the man doing the talking.

Bertie selfie watching skijumping

It’s all very mysterious.

Another mystery has been solved!  I always wondered why we got our hat pictures taken around this time of year, and we saw this picture on Facebook.  Mummy helped me put it on our Facebook page.  Apparently the chubby cheeked big person is Santa Paws.  We wear our hats to show him we’ve been good all year and merit a Christmas present.

I’ve been good all year, Mummy, haven’t I? Mostly?

See you next time.

love

Bertie xxx

This is where she gets ideas from

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We were all alone Saturday and half of Sunday while Mam went out enjoying herself. She left us well supplied, mind, even hiding a stalk of broccoli in our hay piles for each of us.  We found them all too soon, but it was a nice thought, and we kept teasing Biggles because he hadn’t found it first.  Apparently she got a big bag of broccoli stalks from Mr Tesco because silly people break long stalks short, not realising how delicious they are.  Mr Tesco has to throw them away unless someone like Mummy asks if she can take them for the animals.  She sometimes uses the word ‘rescued’ too.

Anyhow, we had a peaceful Saturday and Sunday.  She came home around midday and we went into our usual morning routine; cuddle, cucumber, runtime, clean cages and breakfast.  We had super-clean cages with fresh hay and some of us had our tunnels and beds missing.  They didn’t come back until nearly bedtime, and they were lovely and warm, as well as clean and dry.

The downside was we all had stuff tickled onto our skin behind our ears.  We’re used to this, and I think Mam was impressed how we all stayed still waiting for her to finish, and presented the right ear at the right time.  It’s something to make the itches disappear.    Apparently she saw Uncle Bob and Auntie Doris when she was out, and discussed Biggles’ touchy spots and my bitey spots. So Mam took action as soon as she got home. This is where she gets her ideas from.  She shouldn’t go meeting people, really.

Roscoe with Ivomectin behind his ears

Mam said she also saw Auntie Kate and Auntie Julie.  They all got together because Auntie Kate was doing something very special called a wedding.  Oh, and Auntie Meggy and Mr M were there too, but I don’t know about them.  Apparently Kevin and Colman knew all the people I’ve been talking about.  We’ve only met Auntie Doris and Uncle Bob. You’ve seen the pictures but I’ll show you again in the picture at the top of the page.  Mam said there weren’t any guinea pigs at the wedding, but a dog called Dexter held the rings for them, whatever that means.

So, that was all the news for this week.  Except that a lot of the boxes Mam’s been packing up have disappeared. She says they were nearly all books, and they’ve gone to new homes.  There’s a bit more room in our room, though.

See you next time

Roscoe xx

last grass

Update on lumps

Hi there, Bertie here again.

Mummy has stopped making me put my foot in the brown water, but she’s still putting cream on my foot. It feels a lot better, and I don’t mind keeping it on the floor the whole time now.  But it did come back in the week when she stopped one day, then she started again the next, and then she stopped again on Friday. So far so good.

Her white spot came off over a week ago and she now has a purplish patch in her skin. Apparently it’s healing up just fine, it’s just the way human skin goes. She had a letter on Saturday which said the tests the human vets did came back just fine, nothing to worry about.

So we can go back to worrying about moving, and all the things she’s doing to get ready. She says nothing’s finalised yet, she’s just doing tidy-ups while she’s got plenty of time. I think Roscoe told you about her putting pieces of paper all over the floor last week.  Now we’ve got big brown boxes standing around the big chair she sometimes uses to photograph us. A lot of the things on and in her desk have gone into either boxes or the bins.  She tends to talk to us while she’s taking things out and putting them in bins, but I don’t really understand what she’s saying. It’s always nice to hear her voice, though – it’s sort of comforting.

It’s very dark at present. Some days we have the light on all day. It’s weeks since we last went out on the grass, but Mummy says it’ll be a lot more weeks till we go out again. And she says if we go to the house in Hampshire she wants to buy, then there are a lot of daisies in the grass that she’ll have to take out before we can go out on it.

I think she should put that top of her to-do list, then.

See you next time

love

Bertie xxx

cucumber time

Mam makes me nervous, but she knows it now

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

Mam’s being doing lots of things that make me nervous, but she’s worked out that I’ve seen it before and I remember what happened. She’s promised me she’s never going to give me up or let me down, although she might go away for a few nights at a time. She says she might even take me and the others to a strange house and leave us for a couple of nights, but only so she can bring the rest of the house contents back with her.

So yesterday, when she was laying small piles of paper on the floor, and putting some of them in some things called files, I watched her, but didn’t worry. She put  other things in envelopes and put them in a box which lives underneath my run.  Who knew she kept things other than the pop-up tents underneath my run? She keeps one of our carry-boxes underneath Biggles’ run, and another box, and the spare paper and pads for under our fleeces. But I never gave any thought to anything else she keeps underneath us.

She made a lot of noise when she was doing this (and she’s started doing it again today). Sometimes she’d rip some paper in half and throw it in the box for waste paper. Sometimes she’d rip it in lots of pieces. One time she took some over to our waste hay bag, the one that she shakes our fleeces into when she changes them, and tore several things into strips and put it in among the hay. She says that bag goes to compost, and it’s the safest place to send those pieces of paper so nobody else will ever know what they said.

It all sounds very complicated to me, but then, Mam is a complicated person.

Bertie’s quite complicated, too. He’s been having his foot soaked, rinsed and creamed twice a day for the last week. Mam and Dr Sally don’t know what’s wrong with it, although Mam wonders if he stood on a thorn and got an infection in it. Apparently it’s not something called bumblefoot, although they are treating it the same way to stop any infection spreading. Bertie seems quite happy. He says it’s no trouble standing in the brown water for a while, and Mummy tickles his chin while she’s holding him. The brown water’s a bit smelly though. Fortunately, the rinsing and the cream take the smell away.

I hoped Mam would take a photo of him standing in his brown water, but she says she hasn’t got enough hands to do that.

You can’t get the staff, can you?

Ta-ta till next time,

Roscoe

PS Did Bertie tell you Mam spent one day putting all the vet bills she’s ever had in one file? She said it brought back memories. I wonder if she’s going to add up how much each pig cost in vet bills? I hope it isn’t me.

Bertie crossed to the top run

I’ve got a foot and Mummy’s got a lump

Hello, Bertie here again.

Roscoe and I have been discussing the strange white patch on Mummy’s cheek, but he didn’t want to talk about it.  I think he didn’t want Mummy (he calls her ‘Mam’) to be embarrassed about it.

I don’t think she’s embarrassed about it.  She’s been talking to everyone just as she usually does. Although I suppose most of the people talk to her on the phone so they don’t see it.

Anyway, she told us she was going to the hospital on Monday to have a funny white spot on her cheek checked, and when she came back she was just the same. Then she told us Friday she was going back again and she’d have a patch on her cheek because they were taking a sample of it. So she went, and came back, and she had a white square patch stuck on her cheek, a bit like Percy did once upon a time.  Then yesterday she removed the top layer and there’s a smaller round patch underneath which is still covering where they looked at her spot.

She seems fine to me.  Not bothered by it at all.

And she was well enough to give use personal baths on Saturday, mainly because Biggles has been a bit whiffy. So we all had to present our boy bits for inspection. Only Neville’s passed without having to be cleaned. :O

Selfie with Mummy
The other front foot

But then yesterday she noticed I’d been lifting up my right front foot and holding it up, so she looked at it, and then put some cream on it.  She says I’m going to see Dr Sally tomorrow. I like seeing Dr Sally, as long as she doesn’t stick any needles in me, like Dr David did last time.

We’ll keep you updated on our spots and things, but Mummy says it’s nothing, they just wanted to double-check.

Well, she would say that, wouldn’t she?

See you next time.

Bertie xx

PS Mummy’s got a new Princelings book coming out next week. You can find out about it on her blog.

Time has gone funny

Hello, Bertie here again!

It’s been a funny week. It’s been very dark all day. The rain has been lashing against the window. Sometimes Mummy has gone out in it. Mostly she only went out in the car to get our food, but one day she went to see Auntie Sophie who was trying to rescue some wild guinea pigs.

We’re all nice and warm here. I’m glad we’re not living in the wild like those one’s Auntie Sophie’s trying to rescue. Apparently one that’s already been caught has something wrong with his teeth, and Mummy’s going back tomorrow to see if she can help him. Mummy doesn’t usually do our teeth, unless it’s just the front ones.

When Mummy’s been here, she’s wearing a bright yellow coat which make the room seem sunny. I rather like it. She says it helps to keep the winter blues away. I agree.

But she seems to have got the time wrong for getting up, and giving us our cucumber and so on.  It’s been dark in the mornings but it was daylight yesterday and today. She says its something to do with winter.

Winter makes things all wrong.

We haven’t got any new photos this week.  It’s been too dark.

See you next time.

Bertie xxx