Bertie breakfast

Mummy’s changed my routine!

Mummy’s been taking me out first for my morning cuddle.  It’s funny being first but I like it. I get first dibs on cucumber, and there’s always six pieces for me.  Sometimes when I’m last there’s only five.  Although sometimes there’s seven, so I suppose it works okay.

The best thing is, I get to have first run in the kitchen.  I get all the time that Mummy’s cuddling Neville to do whatever I like, then Neville comes down.  Now that’s great fun!  First couple of days he was a bit sniffy about me wanting to get to know him better.  But now we pretty much get along okay.

We hang out together around the wooden fiddlesticks until Roscoe comes in from his cuddle.  Mummy picks me up before he realises I’m down the other end of the kitchen, and I’ve got really good at going straight into my tent.  If I don’t I think Mummy will stop me coming down first.  And I like coming down first.  I feel it’s where I belong.

After I’m back in the cage and Mummy’s cleaned out Roscoe and Neville’s cage, she take Biggles out.  He doesn’t seem to like going last.  Well, I didn’t really, either.  But someone has to, and I suppose if he’s been going down first for ages, it’s time for us to swap over.

And when he’s down, Mummy does his cage and then gets our breakfast.

Oh, and there’s another change involving me, too.  It’s on the blog. I bet you can’t work out what it is!

Bye for now

Bertie

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Bertie in tthe tunnel

The sun has stopped shining on me

It’s sunny today.  Yesterday was dull and wet and windy.  Mummy still went out in her golfing uniform.  I think she has a special coat for golfing in rain.

I have noticed that the sun has stopped shining on the end of my cage.  This is very puzzling.

When I was upstairs, the sun didn’t shine on my run until after Midge died.  Then it started shining on the end of my run in the afternoons.  Mummy moved my water-bottle so it didn’t get shined on.

Bertie at end of run

Then when I came downstairs, after Percy died, the sun shone on my waterbottle earlier in the day, but after it had checked out Biggles’s cage.  You could tell it was coming because it would stop shining on Biggles’s cage, (although Mummy had a cloth across the end of it so his waterbottle was in shade), and then it would come to mine.  So Mummy put a cloth across the top of my cage too.

Bertie in the grey cage

It was strange, because then it tried to creep forward to get in the cage anyway.  Then it gave up and started to move further back, and now it’s stopped shining in my cage at all, although it’s still looking in Biggles’ cage.  But not for long.

Mummy took the cloth off my cage today saying I didn’t need it any more, because it’s getting towards autumn.

So I’ve been sitting in my tunnel, watching the sun move across the wall and puzzling it all out.

It’s still a puzzle.  I don’t think it’s anything to do with Midge or Percy, though.  That was just coincidence.

The sun’s still there when we go out in the garden.  Mummy moves us around a lot, but we have small runs with lots of grass in them.  Do we prefer large runs with no grass or small runs with lots of grass? Tough call.

So many things to think about.  I’d better have some hay while I chew it over.

Love

Bertie xx

Auntie Doris with Bertie

Our visitors came to see us

Hello! I had a very exciting day yesterday.

Uncle Bob and Auntie Doris came to see us. I didn’t know them before that, but I do now. Mummy has known them a long time, and they’ve known most of the other pigs in George’s Guinea Pig World, but not personally. We’re the only ones they’ve ever held and stroked.

It was extra exciting because they breed and show guinea pigs, and they told Mummy what our breed was most likely to be. And Auntie Doris said Mummy could show me! I am very beautiful. Well, of course you know that. My face markings aren’t perfect (I have streaks in them) but I have a good coat and I am a nice shape. Mummy says I have grown in the last two weeks and my head has caught up with my body. I now have a proper boar shape, according to her.

I expect you agree with all that.

Auntie Doris was very taken with Roscoe. She thinks he’s smart. He might be part Dalmatian as he has a spot in the right place on his head, and he also has some Sheltie in him. She also says he has one blue eye and one brown one, which is why Mummy has been thinking his eyes aren’t the same shape. His brown eye is the one in his ginger patch and the blue eye is the one on the white side.

Neville is mainly Peruvian, probably with some Abyssinian as he has too many coronets. And Biggles is definitely descended from a Rex. That means I’m definitely descended from a Rex too, as we are litter brothers. Rex means king, so as I thought, we are royalty.

We had nice cuddles with Auntie Doris and Uncle Bob as you can see here. I liked Uncle Bob’s beard. I like Uncle Bob and Auntie Doris very much and I hope they come back again soon.

Things that go bump-flash in the night

Hello, Bertie here.

It seems likes Roscoe’s request for grass didn’t quite work, but we did get rain.  Mummy says it was Friday night mostly.  But we did get some yesterday too.  It’s been cooler, but nice.  Also cloudy.

Friday evening Mummy told us to be prepared for fireworks in the sky, and they started around sunset time.  They were a bit quiet to start with, then they got louder and flashier.  Then the rain started.  It was very windy too.  I wasn’t frightened, even when the lights went out, because I was hiding in my tunnel.  Biggles was hiding in his hay.  Neville was hiding in his tunnel and Roscoe was looking calm and sophisticated in his blue sack.  I don’t know how he always manages to look calm and sophisticated when he’s lying down.  It’s just that superior look he gives, down his nose.  Mummy wasn’t in any tunnels or sacks as far as I could tell.  She was in the living room where we get our cuddles.  I think she was watching the picture box when the light was on, and walking around lighting candles when it went out.  It came back on again, though, and she went back to her picture box.  She took some pictures out of the front door, too.

thunderstorm

She went out in the rain at one point and we could hear her moving water about.  She poured some into the barrel by the door and I think the rest went into the barrel at the other end of the patio.  She had buckets out to catch more rain.

On Saturday it was nice, and we went out for a short time in the garden, but it was very windy and we each went back to our tents for shelter.  Roscoe and Neville even sat in their tent together.  Mummy soon got the message and brought us back indoors.  There’s no grass out there.  Mummy says it will start growing again if we get a little more gentle rain and not too much hot weather.

Yesterday there was a little more rain and lots of wind, and we didn’t go out.  Mummy says it’s going to be hot hot hot again in a couple of days, so I think we’re still without grass.  But the herbs have picked up, and we had nice pickings of oregano for breakfast.

I hope you are having enough grass, enough rain and enough sun, but Auntie Dawn has too much and Auntie Noelle has too little, and it sounds like Joshua is somewhere in the middle.  Good luck, everybody.

PS It was Hugo’s day yesterday.  Seven years since he died.  Mummy says he’s in her new story. It’s his picture at the top of the page today.

PPS  Mummy says to tell you all our bite marks have cleared up now. I have no idea what she’s talking about.

I’m totally adorable!

I am smart, good-looking, will cuddle up to you if you need me, and I’m totally adorable.

Bertie
Bertie

So why does Mummy say I’m a monster?

Okay, that Roscoe told tales about me fighting him a few weeks ago.

Biggles in his run

And when I sneaked into Bertie’s run while Mummy was snoozing on Friday evening, well, it was his own fault we got into a fight.  It was nothing to do with me. Why he was hiding in his tent, crying, when Mummy woke up, I have no idea.  He’s a big baby.  I was just in his tunnel, making sure next door’s cat didn’t intrude on our territory.

Apparently, apart from lots of patches where his hair has been pulled out, Biggles has a big bite on his back. Mummy’s put him straight onto Roscoe’s medicine before my germs can get nasty.  MY germs?  I reckon they’re Biggles’ germs.  Or Roscoe’s even, leaving them lying around wherever he’s been.  He goes everywhere, that chap. AND he’s been eating the bottom of the hay bag so the hay drops onto the floor.  That’s quite clever, actually.  I wish I’d thought of that.

But I don’t do things like eat hay bags.  I’m a good boy.  I’m totally adorable!

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Bertie in tthe tunnel

There’s no grass left

Hello it’s Bertie here.

I don’t know what’s going on.  There’s no grass left where Mummy puts us out in the evening for grass time.  It’s all brown.  Although there is a little around the edges.  I nibble that but it’s not enough for a real supper. We spend most of our days sheltered form the sun in our runs.

Most days Mummy goes around the vegetable patches with a funny bucket-thing with a spout which makes it rain where she points it.  Sometimes she does one vegetable patch, the next day she’ll do the other, and she sometimes waters one of the trees and some of the flowers.  And sometimes some things under the roof of the patio, too.  I suppose she has to make it rain because it hasn’t rained for ages.  She doesn’t make it rain on the grass, though.

Please make it rain on the grass, Mummy.  We need it.