Hi! Pippin the Popcorn here again.

I demonstrated my popcorning skills on Thursday morning when I got something stuck in my throat. It made me snort and growl and grumble and croak, and I didn’t feel good. But I thought if I could shake it away from where it was stuck, I’d be okay. Well, it worked last time, in September.

I thought it was quite impressive, all my acrobatics and mad rushing around the cage. But Mummy got worried, and phoned the vet. She didn’t phone the vet the first time it happened, but she phoned the vet then. By the time we got to see Dr Rebekah I was fine. Mummy said she thought it might just be something stuck up my nose, but she thought that about Biggles, and he turned out to have heart trouble and all sorts. And Dr Rebekah listened to my heart again and said it was good and strong, regular beats. And then she noticed my toenails needed a trim so she did them for me. Then we came home again.

Maybe it was the forage hay. Mummy says she’s not getting a forage box again. I don’t mind. But readi-grass in our hay is nice. Hint, hint.

Ronnie and Reggie got their toenails cut on Sunday. Ronnie pulled away at the wrong time and got one of them cut too short. It took a while to stop it bleeding, so Mummy left his front toes for today. Reggie got all his done okay, though.

So that was this week. Hope yours was less exciting

love

Pippin xxx