It was really nice last week. Each day when Mam came back from her golf (it’s always golf, we think), she put us out in the garden for a wee while, even when it was nearly dark. It wasn’t really dark. The darkest day we only went out for a few minutes, but it was good for a leg stretch and some grass.
Thursday Neville and me had a bath. We don’t like having baths, but it’s good afterwards. My hair goes soft and silky, and so does Neville’s. His bottom stops smelling riper than is polite, too. We get an extra long cuddle (I don’t like long cuddles) and get a warm blowy noisy thing held over us before we go for our run. It does make you feel nice and warm, though.
Saturday was great. Mummy was not in golf clothes, and we went out into the garden runs at lunchtime. That’s earlier than we’ve had all summer long, I think. The runs had moved onto fresh grass. We made good work of that, I can tell you. Mam made good work of planting seeds in the veggie patch with the chard and winter lettuce.
There was a lot of air blowing about, almost as warm as that hair drying thing Mam used on Thursday. We were in a sheltered part, between the plant that’s escaped from its pen and the wall, where there’s lots of grass. Bertie was beside us. He’d moved only a little way, next to where he’d been before. And the other end was Biggles.
Mam said to eat as much as we liked because we wouldn’t be coming out much longer. How right she was! Sunday was wet as could be and Mam said it was cold out, too. Today Mam’s gone out early in her golf uniform again, but she’s got extra layers on. It’s funny how she manages to get extra layers of coat on. We just fluff up our hair a bit more.
Mam said to send a special note to Auntie Noelle, because she’s been suffering from the hurricane, which is even windier than our wind. That must be really something, Auntie Noelle. And also we’re still thinking solidly for Uncle Mo, and hope the treatment’s okay and the human vet people are looking after you well. Love and kisses from us.
And love and kisses to you too.
Roscoe xxx
George's Guinea Pig World 
I’ve never had one of those warm air blowing things on me. Mind you, my baths are usually dry ones with sand, so that might be why.
Squeak soon,
Joshua
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I’ve heard tales of pigs who like baths, but I’ve never had such a pig. Digby, as gentle as he is, freaks out when I put him in the bath. The late, great Mariusz used to try to launch himself out of the tub. Sigh.
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Thank you for the kind thoughts from you and your Mam, Roscoe. We did indeed have a lot of wind, and we were without electricity since last Thursday. It came back on last night, and we are very happy about it because we need some heat in the house at night. We are still warm here during the days and I might even go swimming tomorrow. You and the rest of your furry crew would be happy outside on our lawn. Do you ever get fleas? They seem to be here but we don’t let Garfield outside.
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