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There’s something called A to Z

Hello everybody, Bertie here!

There’s something called A to Z where you go through the alphabet during April, posting every day about something beginning with the right letter.  Percy was doing it when Biggles and I came to live with him.  Well, he was still doing it when we got too big to be in the same cage and he went to live with Midge, but that’s another story.

Percy and Bertie in the zebra sack

Anyway, next month is April, and I asked Mummy if we could do it.

Mummy: you know it’s a lot of work, Bertie?

Me: Well, maybe.

Mummy: and you have to find time to visit everyone who visits you.

Me: I can do that.

Mummy: and you have to think of a topic for each letter of the alphabet, and find pictures of it, and make a nice post.

Me: I can do that.

Mummy: Every day. Probably instead of grass time.

Me: Er….

Mummy: I tell you what.  Get together with Roscoe and the others and see if you can make a list of things to post about.  Roscoe can post the list here next week.  Maybe aunties can give you ideas for any gaps.

Me: er… okay.  And then can we do the A to Z in April?

Mummy: Maybe.  Why not just post once a week from A to Z?  That would take you through to the autumn.  It wouldn’t be so much work for you and you’d still have grass time.

Me: That sounds great!  Do we still have to make the list?

Mummy: That’s up to you.

Bertie talks to Roscoe

So, I told Roscoe all about it, and we’re going to put a list together.  He might put it up next week, or I’ll do it the week after. But it isn’t going to be all done in April.  It’s going to be a Long-term Project.

Don’t you think that’s a good idea?

See you next time

love

Bertie xxx

 

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Sunny weather, funny smells

Hello, Bertie here.

It’s been very nice weather this week. Mummy had to go out for golf and other things, so we didn’t get to go out in the garden. On Saturday and Sunday she spent a lot of time out of doors, wearing her short sleeve shirt, but still her winter trousers. She says the ground’s too cold for us to run around on yet, and there’s not much grass anyway.  These flowers are out, that Percy had his photo taken with.  She’s also got some of them in a jar thing on her desk.

Percy in the daffodils in 2016

She found a little grass for us in the wildflower patch, we we loved. Then the next day she brought us in the stem from the kale plant, because she’d taken it out, and also some carrots that had been growing all winter, and some grass that had been growing where the kale was. I loved chewing on the kale stalk, but I think Roscoe and Neville were overwhelmed by it, as they left most of their kale top, even though it had leaves on it. If they’ve left any over from yesterday I hope I have it for breakfast. Mummy does that sometimes, if someone leaves something, she gives it to one of the rest of us.

Roscoe was chewing at the paper under his fleece yesterday, and she told him to stop. Then she got another piece of paper and tore it up and made it all crunchy, and gave us one each. It’s great fun. I like playing with that.

I expect you’re wondering about the smells. I don’t know what they were, but Mummy had the doors and some of the windows open, and she went outside then came in again, and it was smelly when she came in. At once stage I saw her taking a pot of something into her bedroom, and she had a stick of some sort in her other hand. And when she came out again she had a patch of dark colour on her jacket thing, and was looking cross with herself. The smell was even smellier when she came out, so I know she’s got something to do with it.

But she says the house is looking smarter, and whatever she’s been doing, she’s pretty pleased with herself. Except for the jacket thing.

The smells going away a bit, and Mummy says it’s going to be warm and sunny until Wednesday, which she’s pleased about because Wednesday’s golf.

the kale was in the middle bed

Oh, and she told us she’s planted seeds in the centre bed.  That’s the one without the white cover in the picture. She’s planted carrots (yummy), lettuce (yummy!), and kohl rabi, which I’ve never heard of.  She says Fred and George and Victor and Hugo used to love it.  Well, they would, wouldn’t they?

Did you see Roscoe’s interview last week?  If you missed it, it’s here.

See you next time

love

Bertie xxx

Biggles and Bertie are two

Bertie here again!

Hello everybody.  I asked Roscoe very nicely if I could post again today to tell you about my birthday.  He said something like “I suppose you’d better because you’ll be insuferabel till you’ve told everyone”.  I don’t know what insuferabel means but I expect it’s a compliment.

We had a lovely time.  Mummy did portraits of us in the morning… look:

and then we had a nice run in the kitchen.  Later we came downstairs again, and Mummy had set up a lovely party room for us.  I enjoyed running around in that, and everyone came!  I spoke very nicely to Roscoe, and he spoke nicely to me most of the time, but Mummy decided he’d better go home before the party ended.  Then Biggles came down.  We said hello, and then I said something Biggles didnt agree with, and Mummy asked me if I’d enjoyed myself (which I had), and she took me home.  From the photos it looks like Neville helped Biggles enjoy his own birthday cake, as we’d already demolished mine.

And when the party was finally over, Mummy got me and Biggles to sit together on the chair in our room so we could have a photo together like I did with Uncle Percy.

We both sat very nicely and didn’t fight at all.  Biggles didn’t want his cucumber, so I helped him out.  Then he changed his mind.  There’s no pleasing some people!

But Mummy said we were good boys, and she hoped we enjoyed our birthday.  Well, I did, anyway!

Thank you for sending me happy birthday wishes, it was very kind of you.

And we hope Auntie Tori is feeling okay after her vet visit.  I think she had to stay in, so we hope she’s well enough to come home soon.

I’ll let Roscoe blog next week.

Love

Bertie (aged 2)

It’s my birthday on Thursday

Hi there, Bertie here.  It’s my birthday on Thursday!  I’ll be two years old.  Biggles will be two, too.  Mummy says we can have a party in the living room again. I like parties.  We had a great time last year.

But now I feel sad, because last year I was with Midge and Percy having a good time.  Mummy says they were some of her favourite pictures of the year, the three of us gathered around my cake.

But this year we might all get together if I promise not to argue with Biggles.  Or Roscoe.  Roscoe and I have been having chats through our cages, and also chats on the floor in the kitchen when we change over.  But only short ones.  It’s because Roscoe’s older than me and doesn’t agree that I’m in charge. We have a conversation about it and then I try to put my foot down and Mummy steps in and picks one of other of us up before we can get cross with each other.  She wouldn’t need to do that if Roscoe would only agree with me.

On the diet front, we all lost weight this week except for Biggles.  Mummy’s very pleased with us.  We’re very pleased with Mummy, too, although she said she had a bad day yesterday.  If we doled out her food for her, she wouldn’t be able to help herself to other things.  That’s her problem, really.

Have a nice week and hopefully we’ll have some new party pictures for you next time.

Love

Bertie (aged 1) xxx

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

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