Hello! Biggles here today.
Last weekend it was four months since Ludo and Locksley came to live with us. It’s a long time.
It seems like they’ve always been here. But Ludo seems to think he’s a new boy. He’s still very stand-off-ish. Mummy lets him mingle with whoever’s last to go back in their cage in the morning. Usually that’s Neville. He’s the kindest sweetest boy, and yet Ludo still teeth chatters at him, and gets Neville to teeth chatter back to him. So Neville’s saying, basically, ‘the feeling’s mutual, old chap’.
Mummy generally makes sure I’m already back before Ludo comes out of his mini-run on the floor. He has this small run with its own haybox, so he can stretch his legs in safety while Mummy’s cleaning our houses out. When she’s finished, it’s time for the three of us to go back. Roscoe or I generally go back first. Mummy unhooks Ludo’s run and pushes the front panels aside so he can stretch his legs for another hour. Locksley’s been running around with us since he had his cuddle. Mummy started doing that around Christmas time.
After we had our Christmas group photo, Mummy tried seeing if Ludo was ready to run with all of us, which is when he attacked me because I was talking to Locksley. I think he thought Locksley wasn’t safe with a ‘stranger’.
I can understand him over-reacting, after all, he’d been living with him for a month or so before he came to us. He’s taken Locksley under his wing and looked after him, and done his best to teach him how to be a guinea pig. The trouble is, I don’t think Ludo knows how to be a guinea pig. He needs to get to know us better and run around with us to learn how to relax and enjoy himself.
But anyway. Mummy’s got it sorted so Locksley gets time running around with the three of us, and then gets to run around with Ludo, before they go back in their run again.
For the first time this weekend, Locksley hadn’t put on weight. Mummy thinks all the food he eats went into growing, instead. Here he is when he arrived, four months ago, and the second photo is with Mummy in more or less the same place. You wouldn’t think it was the same pig, would you!
Ludo’s just the same. Although he does sometimes look for his cucumber, not just accept it eventually when it’s offered to him. Mummy says we have to remember he’s been traumatised by his experience. He’ll come round eventually. Roscoe nods when she says things like that. He reminds me that I went from my birth mother to Mummy, natural progression, with my brother for company, straight to our Mummy here (Mam). Roscoe and Neville had the experience of being left in the cage when the family moved out. Then they spent months in the rescue. That’s why he got nervous when Mummy started packing boxes last year. But he soon saw she was taking all of us with her, and relaxed.
Mummy says the other boys who’ve been traumatised all took a long time to come round. Colman took about nine months, and he was a well-adapted, well-loved piggy. Hector took years, but then he was a teenage hooligan who’d been left to starve.
Well, I reckon Locksley will have grown up long before Ludo’s ready to really settle in and relax with us all.
“That’s fine,” Mummy said. “There’s plenty of time.”
Time to go, then. See you next week, or the week after.