I'm a silver agouti crested guinea pig. I live with all the other guineas at George's Guinea Pig world. I used to live with my favourite uncle, Percy, but now I live on my own opposite Biggles, Roscoe and Neville. My favourite food is lavender.
I’m pleased to tell you I’ve been a very good boy this week, and Mummy’s very happy with me.
Roscoe, on the other hand, is in the doghouse. I wonder why they call it a doghouse? He’s moved into Biggles cage and Biggles has moved in with Neville again.
Mummy got fed up with the way Roscoe kept on at Neville. Then she saw a video from Auntie Sophie with some boars she was match-making with, and showed them starting to face up to each other, so she separated them. Well, Neville and Roscoe have been doing that for weeks. So the next time they started, Mummy decided it was time to separate them.
She did this last summer, if you remember. After about four weeks Roscoe and Neville spent most of their time lying together with the cage panel separating them, so she decided they’d made up.
This time, Roscoe has been lying next to the fence panel, but Neville has kept well away. Then when Neville was by the fence panel, Roscoe went to the other end of his cage and nonchalantly ate some pellets. Apparently, because their fence panel is underneath my cage, so I have to guess what’s going on, although Biggles will tell me if I ask him politely enough.
So that’s where we are at the moment. And Mummy took a picture of the big hole in the wall they made last week.
Apparently it’s been filled in with glass doors, so it doesn’t get cold and wet indoors. Looks like there’s some nice grass there to be explored, doesn’t it?
More news next week. Hope you have a nice week with not too many holes in your walls.
Hello, everyone, Bertie here. I hope you all survived the first few days of the new year okay.
We started on some yummy new hay that Auntie Doris and Uncle Bob brought when they visited. We don’t understand why we haven’t had it before, because it comes from Norfolk Pastures, who do our normal hay. Mummy doesn’t know either. She says our Corn Store doesn’t stock it, and she’ll ask Mr Ken why.
Typical, isn’t it, to find a yummy new local product just when we’re about to leave.
We don’t know when that will happen. Mummy is going to visit without us in the next two weeks, just for two nights each time. She says she’s going to take our big cages down in the car with her so that we can live in those when the time comes for everything to be packed up. She’s also taking the Christmas decorations, which she packed away last night. She said she might as well put them in the cupboard in the new house as put them in the cupboard here. Doesn’t that apply to everything, Mummy?
I did like the Christmas tree. It was very pretty, with twinkly lights, and pictures of all us George’s Guinea Pig World piggies hanging from the branches. There were also gold and red balls, sparkly birds, a llama made out of reed, a metal reindeer, a wooden map of Iceland, several pretty bells, and some tinsel which is all glittery like snow.
But it’s gone now (sigh).
I don’t know what we’re going to do for the rest of January. Nothing much, I think. Just eat our hay and pellets and dream of grass in the sunshine somewhere, sometime.
We send our thoughts to Auntie Tori, who is missing Joshua the degu today.
Joshua was one of our best friends, and we interviewed him here earlier this year. This picture is of Joshua on his sixth birthday, so we reckon he was nearly seven when he went over the Rainbow Bridge on Monday evening.
Run free, Joshua. The best degu friend anyone could have. We’ll miss you.
Hello, Bertie here! We’re both going to blog today because it’s an exciting story.
Aye, and it’s Christmas this week too.
Two more sleeps. Well, two for mummy, about fifteen for us.
Aye, I reckon you’ve got that right, Bertie.
But first – a report on our missing week. We were in Hampshire, but not the place we’ve been before.
Aye, you knew that, eh – but you didn’t know that Mam’s bought a new house, did you? Well, she has, and we stayed in it for about a week.
We had our holiday cages and runs on the floor in what Mummy calls the living room. It’s got fawn coloured carpet with brown flecks in it, and one day Mummy came in with mud on her shoes when she gave us some things she’d found in the garden—
Not much, she said there wasn’t much to eat in the garden, not even dandelions.
Bertie east fresh leaves
Biggles like the new grass
Neville and Roscoe tuck in
— yes, not much except grass, but she left mud on the carpet, and when she wooshed it up, she couldn’t see the marks in amongst the brown specks. She called it a magic carpet.
That’s not all she wooshed. The second afternoon she came back from Auntie Anne’s with a big blue bag. It all unfolded on the floor next to us, then she wooshed it for ages, and it turned into a big bed for her. She’d been sleeping on cushions before. And you know, I didn’t realise, but she sleeps in a red snugglesac. It’s a bit longer than ours, and she sort of backs into it with her feet first, instead of walking in and turning round—
I don’t think it was wide enough to turn around in.
— and she lies down and goes to sleep in it. For most of the night.
And a bit more. She hasn’t been waking up till it’s already light. Mind you it’s not very light in the mornings because it keeps raining.
And yesterday was the winter solstice, so the nights start getting a bit shorter again.
Have you said about our adventure with the tunnels yet?
No, I haven’t had time with you interrupting, like. Mam put our blue tunnel in the kitchen for our morning run. The kitchen is a good bit smaller than our one here (we’re back in Norfolk now) and the third day she put our tunnels so they led from the kitchen to the living room. Well, Bertie and I weren’t going to let a chance like that go by, were we?
No we weren’t.
So we went through the tunnels, making sure Mam meant for us to do it, and she was watching us and encouraging us, so we went right ahead.
We did. It was fun.
Bertie wonders where Roscoe went
Then we did the same the next day.
And you said we could the one after, but Mummy didn’t put the tunnels down, and you went anyway, and came back again to report.
It was grand. I reckon there’s a whole house to explore when we next go down there.
It’s a long way though.
Ach, it’s fine if you go to sleep.
I do. And I hide under my bed, too.
I hide under Neville’s coat.
Do you think we’re going back again?
Not before Christmas. And I think Mam said something about getting a small van for a sofabed and our big cages, just for a trip down and back the next day.
She left things there, you know. Including the cushions.
Yes, but I think the bed’s still there for her. Auntie Anne came with the mini-aunties to meet us, but she didn’t take it away with her.
She took the mini-aunties though. They were nice, I liked them.
Ah, right, they were okay. You can never really trust little hands until you get to know them, though, and sometimes even then.
You don’t like mini-aunties?
I liked them well enough. Nev and me have bad memories of mini-aunties. I’ll just wait a little to get to know them.
They really liked me. And Biggles too. He did his best impression of a teddy bear for them.
He does do that well.
And we saw Auntie Teresa again, and her man, Uncle Lee. Dani was too busy though.
I wonder if it’ll always be that busy when we go and live there.
Is that what’s going to happen?
Yes, Mummy said so. She wants to get our room sorted out first; there’ll be some banging when they change the window into a door and change the floor or something, I think that’s what she said.
It all sounds very complicated.
Well, you know Mam.
Yes, I know Mummy. I wonder when we’re going again?
There are two men talking to Mummy. One started a couple of weeks ago, and he’s been talking to her every evening last week. He might be reading her a story, because she’s listening to him very carefully.
The other man usually talks to her at weekends, and he says a lot of names and numbers. She’s watching what he’s doing, but I don’t know what. Although I did take this selfie of us, and you can see what she was looking at on the screen. I don’t think that’s the man doing the talking.
It’s all very mysterious.
Another mystery has been solved! I always wondered why we got our hat pictures taken around this time of year, and we saw this picture on Facebook. Mummy helped me put it on our Facebook page. Apparently the chubby cheeked big person is Santa Paws. We wear our hats to show him we’ve been good all year and merit a Christmas present.
I’ve been good all year, Mummy, haven’t I? Mostly?
Mummy has stopped making me put my foot in the brown water, but she’s still putting cream on my foot. It feels a lot better, and I don’t mind keeping it on the floor the whole time now. But it did come back in the week when she stopped one day, then she started again the next, and then she stopped again on Friday. So far so good.
Her white spot came off over a week ago and she now has a purplish patch in her skin. Apparently it’s healing up just fine, it’s just the way human skin goes. She had a letter on Saturday which said the tests the human vets did came back just fine, nothing to worry about.
So we can go back to worrying about moving, and all the things she’s doing to get ready. She says nothing’s finalised yet, she’s just doing tidy-ups while she’s got plenty of time. I think Roscoe told you about her putting pieces of paper all over the floor last week. Now we’ve got big brown boxes standing around the big chair she sometimes uses to photograph us. A lot of the things on and in her desk have gone into either boxes or the bins. She tends to talk to us while she’s taking things out and putting them in bins, but I don’t really understand what she’s saying. It’s always nice to hear her voice, though – it’s sort of comforting.
Biggles and Bertie
It’s very dark at present. Some days we have the light on all day. It’s weeks since we last went out on the grass, but Mummy says it’ll be a lot more weeks till we go out again. And she says if we go to the house in Hampshire she wants to buy, then there are a lot of daisies in the grass that she’ll have to take out before we can go out on it.
I think she should put that top of her to-do list, then.