Bertie in his run

We got new pellets this week

Hello, Bertie here.

It’s all Roscoe’s fault.  He had tummy ache last Sunday and then again on Thursday he was a bit quiet, so Mummy took him to the vet.  It was a new vet, Dr Helen, because Dr Sally was having a baby.  In fact it turned out that Dr Sally was having her baby right then, because Mummy saw the announcement and picture on Facebook later in the day.  The baby’s a very small girl, only just a bit bigger than me.

And Dr Helen said that was the only problem with Roscoe.  Roscoe was too fat.  And I weigh more than him, and Biggles weighs more than me, and Neville weighs more than all of us. Dr Helen suggested Roscoe had new low-fat pellets, called Excel DualCare, so we all had to have them.

Well, they tasted horrible to start with, but when you get used to them, they’re not bad.  And it’s better than having the tiny amount of Harrison’s pellets Mummy was giving us.  Mind you, she also gave us ProFibre, which is also low fat and high fibre, and I love that.  She first got it for Percy and Midge, and she used to give me just one for a treat.  Now I have a whole scoopful.  It’s a five mg scoop.  It’s not very big, but it’s better than just one.

Biggles doesn’t like the ProFibre, but apparently he finally finished his yesterday, since there was nothing else in his bowl for him to eat.  We also get yummy hay and ordinary hay, and lots of veggies for breakfast.  But we never see carrots any more, and rarely peppers, although Roscoe and Neville don’t like peppers.  I don’t know why.  I like them. So does Biggles.

But the good thing is, Mummy’s on a diet too and doesn’t eat bread or biscuits or anything like that any more.  That’s her equivalent of carrots.  But she can eat carrots, because they are good for her.

They’re good for me, too, Mummy.  Really.

I wish spring would come.  Then we could go outside and eat grass.

See you next time.

Bertie xxx

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Bertie and Percy

I’m being interviewed by Joshua!

Hello everyone.  Happy New Year.  Bertie here.

We had a nice new year.  I’m not sure what new year is, but it was nice.  Mummy stayed up late one night last week because she said there might be fireworks, but there were only a few and they weren’t too noisy.

Something exciting happened this week.

Mummy received an email asking if Joshua could interview me for his blog post!

We’re always very happy to read Joshua’s comments on our posts.  I’m sorry I’m not very good at answering them.  Mummy has to do complicated things so I can do that, so I just click the ‘like’ button.  It says liked by Mummy, but it’s really me.

four month old Bertie with his uncle pig Percy, showing Percy's lump on his cheekAnyway, Joshua sent all his questions across and I answered them, and Mummy helped me find the best photos for it.  I wanted one of me with Percy.  Mummy said “wouldn’t you like one that shows you off in all your glory?” And I said, “no, the one of me and Percy on the chair would be good.”

I miss Percy.  But I’m not missing him as bad as I used to.  Mummy says that’s normal, and she feels the same way.

Soo, you’re going to have to wait to read my interview, because it’s going to be out on Friday 22nd March.  That’s a long time away yet.  I’ll remind you nearer the time.  I’ll try and get a picture of Joshua to show you some time.  He’s not a guinea pig. Mummy says he’s a daygoo, but apparently that’s spelt degu. Well, I suppose guinea isn’t spelt ginny, so I’ll let him off.

Have I shown you the picture of me with cousin Dani?  I look extremely handsome in this one.  Dani looks extremely pretty too.  We make a great couple, don’t you think?  Even if Dani does have ratties, not guineas.

Dani and Bertie

 

We had a lovely holiday – and now it’s Christmas!

Hello everybody!  Bertie here!

We got back from our holiday the other day, after a long drive in our boxes, but not as long as it had on the way to get to our holiday.  Mummy didn’t go round in circles, for one thing.  Well, not as many, anyway.

I sort of enjoyed the holiday because I had a nice peaceful time and I could look out of the window.  It rained every other day.  Mummy went out every day, but sometimes she came in when it was still light.  Sometimes she went out to have a walk, and then she came back and went out in the evening.  So, yes, Auntie Dawn, I think she saw some feathery things but she was all excited about something on the grass near the sheep on the first day that she said were red wings.

We didn’t go out on the grass because it was too wet, but we did have a nice run on the floor of the cottage.  The floor was very nice because it had underfloor heating, but it was nice, not too hot.

We also had visitors.  Auntie Cathy and Uncle Phill came one day and then they went out, but they still had time to cuddle us.  The next day Auntie Teresa and Sam and Dani came.  If Mummy is Cathy and Teresa’s auntie, does that make us their cousins?  Dani is the person who does Mummy’s cover illustrations.  I liked her a lot.

I think you saw our setup from Roscoe’s message last week, so I won’t put a lot more photos up of that.

We’re getting ready for Christmas now.  Mummy says that’s tomorrow.  We had our photos taken under the Christmas tree, which has some presents under it.  There weren’t any for us, though.  Mummy says ours will arrive tonight, along, possibly, with some more for her from Santa.  I hope she doesn’t get any more guinea pigs, though.  We haven’t enough room for them if we go on holiday.

I hope you have a lovely Christmas with lots of presents.  I’m hoping for something edible.  I think we all are.  Mummy says she’s putting us all on a diet, though.  Including herself.  Well, if you must go out for meals with your friends and family every night for a week, Mummy….

Merry Christmas, everybody! (waves)

love

Bertie xxxx

Bertie curled up on his hay

Mummy says funny things sometimes

Hello!  Bertie here again.

Mummy says funny things sometimes.  I don’t really understand what she means.  Yesterday she told me at cuddle time we were going to be going on a long journey.  Longer even than going to the vet.  We’d be in our boxes for a long time, although she hoped we’d be able to come out for a break somewhere along the road.

What’s a road?

Anyway, she said not to worry about it, she explain more when the time came.  But we’re going to be in the holiday cages for a week.  I’ll be in one, Roscoe and Neville in another, and Biggles in his box opening out into a run.  That means Biggles is going in the box which used to be Colman and Kevin’s, the one with the sort of panel in the front.

So it sounds like , whatever it is, Mummy’s got it all planned.  And she’s coming with us, so we’ll be fine.  And we’re coming back again.  So we can sleep easy.

But we might not blog next Monday, it depends on Mummy’s ipad.

So.  There you have it.  Does it make sense to you?  It all sounds very funny to me.

We’ll report back when we can.

Ups and Downs

Hello, Bertie here again.

I’m having a wonderful time back upstairs in my old cage-run. We came up here last week, as Roscoe told you. I love it here. I can snooze in my tunnel, watching Mummy working at the computer right in front of me. She’s done a lot of that this week, although a lot of the time she’s just been staring at the screen. Sometimes she puts her head on one side and frowns, or puts her chin on her fist and goes, “hmm”. I don’t know what it means.

She’s happy, though, and she says she’s finished editing now. I think that means her new book is nearly ready. It’s not about us, though. I wish she’d write a book about me.

She’s written several books about Dylan and Dougall. There are some short stories about them on Mull, although they never got there. Dylan and Dougall would have been seven years old tomorrow. That’s really old. Apparently Colman got to his seventh birthday but he’s the only one.

Neville looks like Dylan and Dougall, Mummy says, but he’s more like Dougall in personality. I’m getting more like Dylan as we grow older, she says. I think that’s a compliment.

Biggles is getting an extension to his run tomorrow. We’ll show you pictures next time.

Forty days till the winter solstice

Morning all, it’s Bertie here today.

Mummy said last night she’d worked out it’s forty days to the winter Solstice, when the day is shortest.  Then the days start getting longer again.  I”m beginning to get the hang of these long and short days.  Short days are winter, and we don’t go out in the garden because it’s cold.  Long days are in summer, and it’s usually warm enough to go out.

The days are certainly short at the moment.  Mummy has been going out for golf as usual, and not getting back until it’s nearly dark.  We have a light above us that she turns on when she comes in, and turns off just after cucumber time, which is a lot later.  Some mornings it’s still pretty dark when she comes down from her sleep.  She opens the curtains and tells us what the sunrise looks like.

Apparently, it’s going to be like this, or even darker, until the end of January.  That’s when Mummy said the days will be back to the length they are now.  Well, I suppose that’s not too bad.  It’ll be another forty days after that before we can start to hope we might go out on the grass again, though.

I have trouble counting to forty.  I only have fourteen toes. I’ll just have to trust Mummy to tell me when things happen. Between us we can count to thirty-four because she has twenty toes. Or are they fingers?  Perhaps it’s a mixture.  Humans are funny like that.

This week we celebrate Percy’s Gotcha Day on  Thursday (because he didn’t have a birthday and that’s when he first came to live here, three years ago).  We also celebrate seven years since Fred’s Passing on Sunday.  I’ll have to have a look at his photographs to remember who he is. I never met him.

Have a nice week!