last grass

Update on lumps

Hi there, Bertie here again.

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.

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.

See you next time

love

Bertie xxx

Bertie crossed to the top run

I’ve got a foot and Mummy’s got a lump

Hello, Bertie here again.

Roscoe and I have been discussing the strange white patch on Mummy’s cheek, but he didn’t want to talk about it.  I think he didn’t want Mummy (he calls her ‘Mam’) to be embarrassed about it.

I don’t think she’s embarrassed about it.  She’s been talking to everyone just as she usually does. Although I suppose most of the people talk to her on the phone so they don’t see it.

Anyway, she told us she was going to the hospital on Monday to have a funny white spot on her cheek checked, and when she came back she was just the same. Then she told us Friday she was going back again and she’d have a patch on her cheek because they were taking a sample of it. So she went, and came back, and she had a white square patch stuck on her cheek, a bit like Percy did once upon a time.  Then yesterday she removed the top layer and there’s a smaller round patch underneath which is still covering where they looked at her spot.

She seems fine to me.  Not bothered by it at all.

And she was well enough to give use personal baths on Saturday, mainly because Biggles has been a bit whiffy. So we all had to present our boy bits for inspection. Only Neville’s passed without having to be cleaned. :O

Selfie with Mummy
The other front foot

But then yesterday she noticed I’d been lifting up my right front foot and holding it up, so she looked at it, and then put some cream on it.  She says I’m going to see Dr Sally tomorrow. I like seeing Dr Sally, as long as she doesn’t stick any needles in me, like Dr David did last time.

We’ll keep you updated on our spots and things, but Mummy says it’s nothing, they just wanted to double-check.

Well, she would say that, wouldn’t she?

See you next time.

Bertie xx

PS Mummy’s got a new Princelings book coming out next week. You can find out about it on her blog.

Time has gone funny

Hello, Bertie here again!

It’s been a funny week. It’s been very dark all day. The rain has been lashing against the window. Sometimes Mummy has gone out in it. Mostly she only went out in the car to get our food, but one day she went to see Auntie Sophie who was trying to rescue some wild guinea pigs.

We’re all nice and warm here. I’m glad we’re not living in the wild like those one’s Auntie Sophie’s trying to rescue. Apparently one that’s already been caught has something wrong with his teeth, and Mummy’s going back tomorrow to see if she can help him. Mummy doesn’t usually do our teeth, unless it’s just the front ones.

When Mummy’s been here, she’s wearing a bright yellow coat which make the room seem sunny. I rather like it. She says it helps to keep the winter blues away. I agree.

But she seems to have got the time wrong for getting up, and giving us our cucumber and so on.  It’s been dark in the mornings but it was daylight yesterday and today. She says its something to do with winter.

Winter makes things all wrong.

We haven’t got any new photos this week.  It’s been too dark.

See you next time.

Bertie xxx

 

Please ignore Roscoe

Hi everyone, Bertie here.

I don’t know what was up with Roscoe last week.  He’s exaggerating wildly, and it’s not fair on Mummy. He’s just being a drama queen at present, and nobody can say why. He bumped his nose in the week, and sat in the corner of his cage saying ‘woe is me’ and other things.  Mummy saw he was all fluffed up and took him to Dr Sally.  Dr Sally couldn’t find anything wrong with him either.  I think he had some Metacam and was better straight away.

Maybe Roscoe is just sensitive to all the things going on at present. Mummy explains everything to us, and we never go hungry, even if she’s away overnight.  And mostly when she goes away she takes us with her these days.

Mummy’s very busy with her books and with legal things, and anxious about things that nobody can do anything about. I heard her saying to Uncle James on the phone she was worried about having fresh veg for us this winter, because there won’t be any in the new garden.  Apparently famers in the UK can’t grow many lettuces in the winter, so there’ll be a shortage until the new import/export rules come in.

She’s been looking at the labels on our veggies now that autumn has come.  Cucumbers come from the Netherlands, along with peppers, broccoli and cauliflower. Lettuce mostly comes from Spain. Beans come from Italy or Egypt. I like beans but Roscoe and Neville still don’t eat them. Cabbage and kale comes from the UK, but we can’t have much of those.  The big bunches of herbs come from Italy, Spain or Belgium.  Mummy says that if we move to our new garden we might have to go without fresh veg for a few days a week, but she’ll look for dandelion leaves and things like that. She’s planted some pots and troughs of carrots, lettuce and kale to take with us. And there’s a big pot of lavender, and she’ll put some mint in a pot before it dies back.

So, don’t believe Roscoe when he says Mummy isn’t looking after us properly.  She says she’s also stockpiling hay and readigrass, just in case. Whatever that means.

See you next week.

Love,

Bertie xxxx

 

Z is for Zones and The End

Hello, Bertie here.

We’re in a different Zone here. We’re in Hampshire again. Hampshire’s in the South.  Norfolk is in the East. Those are different zones, or regions, of our country.

I like Hampshire. Mummy is looking for a new house for us here. I like this one but it’s only for holidays. She was chatting to the nice owner Gill, who brought us some tomatoes. They discussed the house we’re looking for and said this plus the one next door would be perfect. But Mummy’s going out every day to look at others, and to see family. I like family. They came here last time.

Blogging from A to Z

Z is also for The End of the alphabet. The End of our A to Z. It’s taken us all the way from April. We’ve had the whole of summer, eaten all the grass in the garden, met some foster babies, and changed around a bit.

The foster babies weren’t babies any more when they went back to Sophie on Thursday. Apparently they went to their new forever home yesterday. They’ve been eating all our food, obviously.

So, that’s the end of our A to Z Challenge. Roscoe sends his love. I hope you enjoyed our efforts.

What next?

love

Bertie xxx

A2Z anniversary banner

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