Slimmers World part 2 and my bid for stardom

Way-aye there, Roscoe here again.

Hope you’re all doing well.  We’ve had nice sunshine the last couple of days, and Mam hasn’t been wearing lots of clothes (plenty but not lots of woolly ones).  She says it’s only February so don’t expect to go out on the grass yet.  But I know there’s photos of past piggies on the grass in February, so I’m getting me hopes up.

Mam is very disappointed with our diets.  I think she’s disappointed with her own, to be honest, since she tries hard during the week and then she says it all goes wrong at weekends.  I told her we should dole out her food, but she doesn’t listen.

Mind you, this starving us hasn’t had much effect so far.  It’s hard to tell though, because if you’ve just had a wee it could make you weigh a lot less.  Mam’s done something clever with her pictures to give you this chart of our weight loss over the four weeks.

our weights Feb 16

Neville’s line is at the top.  You can see that after the black line that shows when we started these slimming things he’s dipped below the 1700 gms line.  So maybe it’s helping him.  He certainly comes and stretches up for his cucumber and things from Mam, so maybe that’s helping.

The next line is Biggles. I don’t know what he’s eating, but he’s not been losing any, and Mam’s very disappointed with him.  She says he’s a bit more active though.  Bertie’s the next one down. If I was feeling kind I’d say he’s lost a bit in the last couple of weeks, but since he put it on to start with, he’s only a tiny bit less.

And then there’s me.  I’m the lightest of us anyway.  Mam says that’s no excuse, I’m heavier than ‘huge Hugo’ ever was.  I suppose that bursts my bubble a bit, but not much.  I was doing well till that birthday party, so I reckon we can blame it all on your cake, Mam.

Mam says we’re continuing with the diet till we’ve got through all the special food.  Well, it’s fairly tasty when you get used to it, so that’s okay.  I miss the occasional carrot though.

I’m a star!

Roscoe eating hay

It’s an exciting week coming up, ‘cos I’m on Furkid Friday this coming Friday.  Don’t miss it.  This is the link, but don’t click it till Friday as it won’t work till then.  You get to meet Joshua, and he interviews me, and there are pictures, too.  You’ve probably seen the pictures before, mind.

And here’s Joshua in his cage!

Degu Joshua Zigler

…and we’re still thinking about Auntie Tori, who says she’s had her operation and is home recovering.  Get well soon, Auntie Tori ❤

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Roscoe and Neville2019

Slimmers World, first report

Hi there, Roscoe here.

Well, we’ve been eating these pellets for over a week now, and we’re all okay with them.  They’re not perfect, but you kinda get used to them.  I reckon in a week or two I’ll be saying they’re right tasty.

Update on our weights: Bertie is about the same.  Biggles went up 10 grams and down twenty grams.  That could be just that he’s wee’d or not.  I’ve done much the same. Saturday I was up 10 grams, but Mam says I’m doing okay really.  Neville’s a little star, he put on 20 grams the first week and lost 40 this week.

What I notice about Neville is he’s much keener to poke his nose into stuff and find tasty things to eat.  He used to just laze around and eat what was in front of him.  He even stood up against the cage side the other day when it was cucumber time.  Mam is real pleased with him being more mobile, but she doesn’t hear him moan that he’s starving.  He’s desperate for that cucumber!

I think the ready-grass is helping because it changes what we think of as food.  Mam’s putting it in our bowls, and it’s really difficult to have an empty bowl when you’ve got bits of grass in it.  We have managed to lick them clean on a couple of days though.  But we’ve always got lots of hay, so we can eat that, and play in it, and hide in it, and that keeps us from feeling hungry.

Mam says she’s doing well on her own diet some days, and not so good on others. But she’s doing her best, and she’s been doing more exercise too.  I think she does a lot of moving around to some special music she puts on every evening. Maybe we should have some music to move around to, too, Mam.

At least we’re all suffering together.

See you next time

Roscoe xxx

Neville and Roscoe in Hampshire

Not quite myself today

Morning all.  Roscoe here.

I’m not feeling quite right today.  I wasn’t feeling quite right yesterday either, and Mam noticed and gave me some tubejuice.

She asked me what was wrong, because I was right quiet like, ‘not like meself at all’ as she said.  Of course I couldn’t answer her, and anyway I didn’t right know what was wrong except I felt all funny inside.  Stuffed up, you might say.

She said she thought I might have a tummy upset.  Sounds like it might be.

She gave me lots of mint with my breakfast, which she said would help.  Well, I reckon mint will help any time.  It’s a right pick-me-up, is mint.  So I ate all that, and then I had a snooze, and Mam went out all day, and I felt a bit better by the time she came back.

But she says if I didn’t seem right today she’d take me to the vets.

So I’ll see how I feel after another snooze, and let you know if she decides to take me to see Dr Sally.  Although Dr Sally may not be there because she’s having a baby.  I don’t know who I’ll see then.

More later.

Bye for now

Roscoe xxx

PS. I’m being interviewed by Joshua too.  On 22nd February.  We’ll remind you nearer the time.

Roscoe's Christmas gift 2018

The Last Day of the Year

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

It’s the last day of the year, Mam reckons.  She also says she doesn’t really know what day it is, although she did manage to turn up on the right day for her golf and to collect Uncle James, who’s staying at the moment. I reckon I saw Uncle James last year, but I don’t remember him too well. He seems like a nice chap, anyway.

Last week, the day after Bertie posted, it was Christmas day.  We had presents that Mam helped us unwrap while we had our Christmas morning cuddles.  Neville and I have a wonderful box with hay inside it and grass on the outside.  It makes a lovely noise when we chew it, too.  Bertie and Biggles are jealous, even though they each got a couple of tasty sticks that hang on the side of the cage.

What we didn’t reckon on was Mam deciding we’d got invisible mites making us scratch too much.  Well, something was kind of itchy.  Even Bertie started scratching , so Mam stuck some wet stuff behind our ears the day after Christmas.  It was okay at first, and the next day, but as time went on I didn’t feel like eating much, and neither did Nev or Bertie. Mammy asked us if we were poorly, we were so quiet.

But next day we felt fine again, and she weighed us all and said we were still too heavy and hadn’t lost any weight last week. It was all those yummy carrots we had on our holiday, Mammy.

Between you and me, I reckon Mam’s been eating too many carrots this Christmas too.  She says we all have to do more exercise and eat less starting today and onwards into the new year. I’ll be right behind you, Mam.

Happy new year!

love

Roscoe

xxxxx

Neville and Bertie

Greetings from Hampshire

Way-aye, Roscoe here again, calling from the wilds of Hampshire. That’s a place in England that’s miles away from home in Norfolk.

It was a very long journey to get here, and it felt like Mummy was driving in circles at one point, but she straightened up, and we arrived at the cottage in the afternoon when it was still light.

Bertie is in the blue cage on the shelf above us. Biggles is in the box the cage came in, and he’s beside us. We’re in a run in a nice alcove, with our travel box to walk into if we want to be extra cosy. And we’ve all got our tunnels and beds.

There’s also a run connected to ours, so everyone has some floor time. Mummy keeps going out but when she gets back she lets me and Nev out into the run some more.

The food is good, the room is nice, and Mummy seems like she’s enjoying herself.

It’s too cold and wet to go outside and try the grass but there are sheep and birds on it.  Mummy says if we come back in spring or summer we can try it out then.

Sounds good to me.  Here are some photos.

 

Roscoe after bath

Whiter than white!

Way-aye.  Roscoe here, and I’m all sparkling clean.

Mam took me and Neville downstairs on Friday afternoon to have a bath.  She’d been threatening Neville with a bath for a week or two.  I don’t know why I had to have one too, but there you go.

Nev had his hair cut as well.  About 3/4ths of an inch, I think.  Not so much as he had done in summer.  I think that’s to keep him warm enough.  We were lovely and warm in the room after our bath.  Mam had a wood fire going.  And she watched some horses jumping over fences while she rubbed us dry.  Actually, y’know, combing us dry would have been a better description.  She rubbed my hair so I was all fluffy, then combed it up the wrong way to let the air in to dry it.  It felt right funny, I can tell you.

I’ve been having a nice time in the run upstairs. Biggles got his extended for one panel over Bertie’s in the week.  He’s a happy boy now, cos he’s got lots more space to laze around in.  And he got a big treat — Mam put Percy’s bed in for him yesterday.  He’s a very happy boy now.

It doesn’t really go downhill in that corner nearest us.  Mam says it’s an Hoptical Hillusion.  So we’ve all got beds and snuggle tunnels.  That’s fair.

See you next time

Roscoe xx

PS Do you like our Christmas decorations?