Neville and Biggles eXchanged

X is for Cross and crossover and eXchanging houses

Hi there, Bertie here.

We’re getting close to the end of our A to Z Challenge, and we’re starting to wonder what we’ll do next.  I’m sure well think of something.

This week Mummy gave me the idea for X.

She’s been wondering why Roscoe and Neville are getting X (cross) with each other. They bicker for a bit, then there’s rumbling, and then Roscoe starts chasing Neville around the run until he turns and they have a stand-off. Mummy got so cross with them after putting them back in their newly clean cages last weekend that she picked Roscoe up and put him in Biggles’ cage, and put Biggles in with Neville.  Then a few hours later, when I was telling Biggles off through the bars for being there, she picked me up and swapped me over with Roscoe!

Roscoe was a bit happier because he can see Neville through the bars and talk to him, but he’s not actually happy.  He’s not so cross though.  I think Mummy doing all this crossing and exchanging is a bit much, but she does funny things, and we all settled down, anyway. Except I think Roscoe is really unhappy he’s not with Neville.

I think he should make up his mind.

Mummy tried to exchange Roscoe with Biggles again on yesterday’s big clean-out. We have daily clean-outs, but on the big clean-outs she exchanges our dirty things for clean ones. She told Roscoe sternly that if he starts trying to fight him, he’s back on his own again, and he was chasing and kicking Nev when they went out on the grass. So when we went in they eXchanged again.

Sigh.  I just keep myself to myself and stay out of trouble. Unless Biggles is around, because he makes me cross.

Next week, Roscoe’s back here with Y, which is a very good question, and then I get to finish with Z. Mummy has come up with some long words beginning with Z for me to think about.

Love

Bertie xxx

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V is for Vets, who are Very Nice

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Bertie here!  I’m feeling fine now, thank you for your nice messages. I finished my medicine yesterday, but Mummy says I can still have some of Hugo’s Brew if I want it.

Today I’m doing letter V in our A to Z Challenge.  Not long to go now!  Kevin did V for Vets in 2017, too.  You can see what he said here.

I had to go and see the VET the week before last.  I had a horrid crackly breathing problem which Dr David said was pneumonia (Mummy spelled that out for me).

Dr David with a cat or a puppyHe held me tight and made a funny feeling in my back, which hurt a little, but only for a second. Mummy says it was an injection of the medicine she then gave me twice a day after that.  It doesn’t taste at all nice.  It’s called Enrocare, and it’s the replacement for Baytril, which tastes even worse, according to Mummy. I had it from a tube mixed with apple juice, which was okay till the apple ran out and the medicine was all that was left.  I had to take it for ages. And then I had Hugo’s Brew afterwards which taasted nice, once I got used to it.

We have nice Vets.  They are hugely knowledgeable people about all sorts of illness and problems for all sorts of animals.  Ours specialise in ‘exotic animals’ which includes guinea pigs.  Sometimes when Mummy goes to the vets she sees other things.  Cats and dogs and birds are the most usual.  Also rabbits, lizards, bearded dragons, snakes, and one day she met a penguin. Auntie Vikki met an emu there once! I’d be scared stiff to meet an emu.  And Mummy took a kestrel there, one that Uncle Michael had rescued. Dr Louise looked at it and kept it in their special place for birds until it recovered, then let it free where he’d found it.

When Mummy first took George there, it was quite small, just Dr Louise and Dr Sally and Uncle Stuart on Reception. There were the same consulting rooms and just one room for operations and xrays, and a bay for sick animals next to the staff kitchen.  Now they have a huge area behind the consulting rooms, with special rooms for xrays, scans and operations. Each set of animals has its own room to recover in, so one for dogs, one for cats, one for reptiles, one for guinea pigs and rabbits, and one for birds!  Mummy says they also have lots of vets working there, and there’s a picture of some of them and the nurses above on their tenth anniversary.

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Dr Sally and baby, with Dr David at the back

Roscoe saw Dr Helen in January; she put him on a diet! She’s now working in Cambridge, but Dr Sally is back at work after having a baby.  We like Dr Sally. We see her most often.  Dr David is very very nice, though.  I liked him, even if he did stick a needle in me. I’m feeling a lot better now.

So that’s V for Vets, and next week Roscoe has W.  I wonder what he’s going to do? Oh—I get X the week after. Any suggestions?

Love

Bertie  xxx

Night storm thunder lightning wind rain

T is for Thunder, mostly at night

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Hello, Bertie here.  We’re getting towards the end of our weekly Blogging from A to Z Challenge. Today is T for Thunder.

We get two main types of thunder.

The first is only occasional, and can be in the day as well as the night.  It’s like a grumbling noise rolling around in the sky.  Then it sometimes goes CRASH or CRACKLE, and that’s often after there’s been a flash of light in the sky.  Mummy says the flash is called lightning, and it’s due to an electrical discharge.  Mummy knows many long words like that and I expect she understands them.

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This is a picture that Mummy took of a thunderstorm one night last summer

The second happens most weeks from spring to autumn, and sometimes two or three times in the same week, always quite late in the evening, around the time Mummy goes to bed, and sometimes later. Then there’s a month when it can happen any time from teatime onwards, and that is often louder than the summer thunder.

These often start with a rhythmic Boom, boom, boom, which goes on all the time.  It’s very upsetting, much more than grumbling and crashing thunder. Then there are other irregular bangs, and funny noises, and pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, and sometimes lights and shooting white or coloured flames.  These are very scary.

Mummy often comes to us and tells us not to worry.  She doesn’t seem worried, although she often seems cross.  She says there’s a new survey place where she can report the second kind of thunder. Firework log and survey. It’s for UK people. She doesn’t need to report the first kind of thunder because the weather people usually said it might turn up.  But sometimes it doesn’t so she doesn’t tell us, so we don’t worry unnecessarily.

Actually we’re getting better at ignoring it. It’s not come into the room yet, so I don’t think we’re in danger.

Next week, Roscoe has to find something to say about U.  That’s tricky!

see you

love

Bertie xxx

R is for Rescue, and also Roscoe’s interview

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Hello everybody, Bertie here, taking you further on our journey from A to Z.  I thought that sounded a bit posh, and I hope you agree.

Today I’ve thought of two things: rescue pigs and Roscoe. Mummy persuaded me that interviewing him was a good idea after I did one for Neville.  I don’t really know why, because you know what he thinks about things anyway.  But first the exciting news.

Rescue pigs

We are fostering some guinea pigs from East Anglian Guinea Pig Rescue.  Auntie Sophie has rescued sixty baby pigs from a breeder who’s given up.  You can find out more at their Facebook Page.

Most of us here have been rescue pigs.

  • Fred & George came from the first Norwich GP Rescue.
  • Hugo & Victor came from Auntie Vikkie at the Norfolk one
  • Humphrey & Hector came from Auntie Sophie when it was still the Norfolk one.
  • Kevin and Colman were rescued but not from a rescue.  They’d been rescued by Auntie Pigpog and then she had to rehome them, so they were sort of double-rescued.
  • Dylan & Dougall would have gone to Auntie Vikki to be rescued but Mummy took them straight away, so they were sort of pre-rescued.
  • Percy was turned into a Rescue and shown in the Pets at Home Adoption Centre, so he counts, Mummy says.
  • Roscoe & Neville came from the NorthEast Guinea Pig rescue, which they’ve talked about before.

Biggles and I weren’t rescued.  We were rehomed as babies from Auntie Sophie’s lovely piggies. She sort of rescued them, though, but to be with her as forever pigs. And Oscar and Midge were Auntie Vikki’s special rex pigs and they needed a new home, but weren’t rescued.

It sounds complicated to me.

foster rescue pigs Fire and Eclipse

Anyway, Mummy says codenames Ice, Fire and Eclipse are staying for about six weeks. Ice is white, an Aby with pink eyes, and he’s the youngest.  Fire is the ginger and white one, who’s very laid back and friendly, and probably the oldest. Eclipse is a bit scatty, but likes being cuddled, and sometimes stops and stares at Mummy when she’s watching them. Sounds like he’s got Mummy taped.

Roscoe’s interview

Neville, Roscoe and Bertie pile in to the cake

First of all, who are your companions and what are their favourite things?

My companion is Neville.  He’s a nice chap. We get on just fine mostly.  His favourite thing is sleeping, closely followed by grass, pellets, and then cucumber.

Nev loves comfy things, like the tunnel or the hay box

Why did Mummy decide to get you? 

I think she saw Neville and he reminded her of Dylan. Then she saw me and fell in love with me.

Where were you before you came here?

Up north in a place near Newcastle.

Neville and Roscoe settle in

What’s your favourite thing Mummy does?

Gives me nice nibbles, especially cucumber and special hay. Grass time’s good, too

What are your favourite memories of your companions 

I don’t remember any companions other than Nev till we met you.

Tell us a secret that we promise not share with anyone except readers of the blog

I’m not telling you any secrets, you won’t keep them..

Well, thanks a lot for that, Roscoe. I expect everybody learned a lot about you.

He wasn’t very helpful, was he? Huh. Well, anyway, I hope you all enjoyed my post for R today. Till next time

Bertie xxx

Bertie and Percy

P is for Percy, also known as Mr Percy Pig

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Percy was my uncle.  He looked after me and Biggles when we first left our birth mum and aunties and sister and cousins and came to live here. He had led a fairly quiet life up till then, but we soon changed all that.

Percy was a mystery pig, because nobody knew how old he was, or where he’d come from.  Except Mummy saw him in a shop advertised as being 5 years old, and she thought he would fit in well with the pigs here then. Also she didn’t think many people would want a five year-old black pig five weeks before Christmas.

Well, she was wrong, wasn’t she, because she did!  She went back to get him two or three days later.  He lived in the grey cage opposite the others who were here then, Dylan and Dougall, and Oscar on his own. And Kevin was upstairs with Midge. I think that was how it worked, anyway.  Then it wasn’t long before Dougall died, and Dylan went upstairs to live with Kevin and Midge, and Percy moved into the blue cage here we found him a year and a bit later.

It turned out he wasn’t five at all, though.  Mummy and her friends worked out he couldn’t have been much more than eighteen months old when she brought him home.  He grew quickly when he was here and developed what Mummy calls a ‘classic boar shape’.

When we arrived, Percy was astonished.  He was also worn out with us rushing around and jumping on him.  He soon sorted us out and explained how pigs should behave.  I’m afraid I didn’t listen to his teachings much, although I liked the stories he told us.

Percy managed the blog for a long time, and did the A to Z in April with Kevin. He’d gone upstairs to live with Midge and Kevin then, and we’d taken over the blue cage. And maybe Biggles had moved next door to me. I get confused.

Then Percy got a lump on his cheek, which was called a sarcoma, and Dr Sally and the other doctor he saw couldn’t do anything about it, so eventually he died. That was very sad. I still miss him a little, but I’m usually too busy with Roscoe and Neville to miss him much.  I remember snuggling him, and him reassuring us when there were scary things like thunderstorms, though.

He was a very amiable person, and got on with everyone. I think he was very clever, as well.  He had little tricks and signals he did with Mummy. Like patting her shoulder was a signal. I’ve learned to do it too, but sometimes I forget to do it at the right time.

So that’s P for Percy.  Next week, Roscoe’s got the letter Q.  We’re all trying to give him ideas on what it might stand for, but nobody’s come up with anything yet.

Princelings box set 1 coverTomorrow is Guinea Pig Appreciation Day, and Mummy says ten lucky people can get the first 3 ebooks in the Princelings series FREE at Smashwords until midnight tomorrow night, Pacific time, which means about 8 am on Wednesday if you’re in the UK. You need to add the code RL68R at the checkout. Be lucky – and I hope you enjoy it!

Bye for now

Bertie xxx

N is for Neville – the interview!

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Hello, Bertie here.

I decided that N would be an interview with Neville.

Neville lives with Roscoe in the run next door to mine, so I could chat to him through the bars. Obviously it would be silly for Roscoe to interview him!

I’m going to ask him roughly the same questions I asked Joshua, although some answers are pretty obvious if you read our blog regularly.

Neville helps Bertie eat his cake

 

Neville’s interview

First of all, who are your companions and what are their favourite things?

My companion is Roscoe.  He’s a nice chap. We get on just fine mostly.  Some evenings he gets a bit bossy, but I tell him no. After a bit he gives up.

His favourite thing is grass, closely followed by pellets, and then cucumber – his or mine.  Mam caught him trying to steal mine the other evening, because I taking my time over it, enjoying it properly. He’d finished his already.

Roscoe loves bitey things, like the hay box, or the paper under the fleeces. 

roscoe neville

Why did Mummy decide to get you? 

I don’t know, but I’m right glad she did. Oh, yes – Roscoe’s just reminded me that I look a lot like Dylan from the front, and Dougall from everywhere else. So Mam couldn’t resist me. (sounds of Roscoe muttering in the background)

Where were you before you came here?

Up north in a place near Newcastle. We were there for about three or four months after the family who had us before disappeared. I don’t know why they disappeared.  I liked them most of the time. Sometimes they left us in the cage without much attention for a couple of days, but the half-size humans were sweet, most of the time. We stayed at a couple of different places after that, but the people were very nice and very attentive.  They brushed my hair and cleaned my bottom (which can get a bit mucky with the long hair). I was very comfortable with them.

There were two very nice half-size humans there, too. They played with me and gave me treats. They had nice careful hands.

Neville and Roscoe settle in

I vaguely remember half-size humans too. What’s your favourite thing Mummy does?

I love when she gives me nice nibbles, especially cucumber and special hay. I like when she puts us out on the grass too. I enjoy being sat on her lap in the morning and eating cucumber.  It’s nice to have some time with her to myself.

Neville with his back to the camera

What are your favourite memories of your companions 

Well, Roscoe’s been my only companion full-time. He’s often off getting into mischief, but that’s just him rather than a favourite memory. I think he’s a very good companion (if bossy at times).

When we travelled here on the train, we didn’t know what was going on, and I was a bit scared.  Roscoe told me stories to keep my mind off the things that happened in the past. He made up this adventure where we went somewhere entirely new and lived in a palace with lots of servants and lovely food every day.

Most of that came true. We met Percy, and then you, and Biggles, and Midge, and there was another guy here then, Oscar, I think he was called. I don’t think anyone was a servant, but we had lots of new friends. And we went out in the garden together and chatted through the railings.

And we do have lovely food every day!

Oscar meets Roscoe

Tell us a secret that we promise not share with anyone except readers of the blog

Mam has put me in the last Princelings book. I’m a bit like a pirate, but I also get mistook for Dylan.  Or is it Dougall? I don’t know. Maybe both.

Thank you very much for that, Nev. It was great!

And I hope you all enjoyed it too. Till next time

Bertie xxx