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

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We’ve gone up in the world

Hiya, Roscoe here, talking from the lofty heights of upstairs.

Mam said something to us on Friday night about ‘moving upstairs’ and Saturday, after our cuddles and runaround on the kitchen floor, she took us upstairs.  I’ve never been upstairs before.  One or two stairs, yes, but not a whole level up to the rooms above, where Mam works during the day.

Bertie got terribly excited, and started popcorning around when he arrived (he was last, because Biggles went first, we went next, and he went after).  He’s back in his old home, he said.  I must admit, it’s a canny place.  We’ve got more space, and an extra tunnel and bed, but we haven’t got our fiddlesticks.  We also haven’t got the blue snugglesac, but Mam said she’s washing it in special stuff to see if she can get the hard bits out. Apparently we’re not supposed to wee in the soft furnishings.  Bit late to tell us that, Mam.

Biggles is in a loft area of his own.  It’s not as big as Bertie’s run, which is a tad smaller than ours, but Mam says she’s putting in an extension next week.

This is us all on our first day upstairs.

When we went down for our cuddles yesterday morning there was no sign of our cages.  Mam said she’d had a tidy up to make it look smarter for visitors.  I reckon it had something to do with that man in a suit who came to visit on Friday. I got to meet him, because I need to know who’s there, you know.  He was very polite and scratched my ear and said I was bonny.  Well, he didn’t say ‘bonny’ but that’s what he meant.  Obviously a man who knows what’s what.

We also had cake yesterday.  It was because it was the anniversary of Fred’s passing, seven years ago, and seven is a special number.  This was Fred with Auntie Dawn, a couple of weeks before he decided to go and join his brother. He looks like a bonny chap too.

Fred cuddling Auntie Dawn

Bangs, flashes, fizzes and sparkles

Way-aye, Roscoe here.  Our Bertie was fretting about something last week, so I told him to ask you about it.  Thank for your replies.  You were a great help.

The sun seems to be going in the right direction to me – it just had that one blip.  It always does that around this time of year, but then I’ve had more years than Bertie. I expect next year he’ll be happy as Larry about it.  I don’t know who Larry is, it’s just something they say about him.

This week it’s been very noisy in the night time.  Bangs, flashes, fizzes and sparkles. Bangs are noisy, some fizzes are noisy too, but the sparkles are generally just pretty.  One night we could see them out of our upper window, and they were very loud.  The bangs went on for ages. Bang. Bang. Bang.  Made the house shake too.  Mam was down with us, talking to us and telling us everything was okay, and the music was playing too, which was sorta soothing.  So we just took it as Mam said, and hid in our snuggle sacks and tunnels till it had all stopped.

Then next night they started early on the other side of the house, and stopped, then started again, then stopped.  Then it was quiet for a while till it started somewhere else.  Sounds like we’re surrounded.  I think it was like that where we grew up, but I can’t rightly remember now.  It was long ago and faraway.

Mam says there’ll be more tonight and we might have a few more but by next weekend it should be fine until New Year.  That’s less than two months to go.

Right.  Just so we’re warned.

Hope it’s all quiet where you are.

love

Roscoe

PS Mam brought in lots of raspberries from the garden.  She offered them to us, but I don’t trust them. Only Biggles ate them, but he’ll eat anything.  Mam made noises and tings for a while and then put the raspberries in some jars.  That’s why the photo is there with the ones of us.

last day of summer 2018

That might be it for summer…

It was really nice last week.  Each day when Mam came back from her golf (it’s always golf, we think), she put us out in the garden for a wee while, even when it was nearly dark. It wasn’t really dark. The darkest day we only went out for a few minutes, but it was good for a leg stretch and some grass.

Thursday Neville and me had a bath.  We don’t like having baths, but it’s good afterwards.  My hair goes soft and silky, and so does Neville’s.  His bottom stops smelling riper than is polite, too.  We get an extra long cuddle (I don’t like long cuddles) and get a warm blowy noisy thing held over us before we go for our run.  It does make you feel nice and warm, though.

Saturday was great.  Mummy was not in golf clothes, and we went out into the garden runs at lunchtime. That’s earlier than we’ve had all summer long, I think.  The runs had moved onto fresh grass.  We made good work of that, I can tell you.  Mam made good work of planting seeds in the veggie patch with the chard and winter lettuce.

There was a lot of air blowing about, almost as warm as that hair drying thing Mam used on Thursday.  We were in a sheltered part, between the plant that’s escaped from its pen and the wall, where there’s lots of grass.  Bertie was beside us.  He’d moved only a little way, next to where he’d been before.  And the other end was Biggles.

Mam said to eat as much as we liked because we wouldn’t be coming out much longer.  How right she was!  Sunday was wet as could be and Mam said it was cold out, too.  Today Mam’s gone out early in her golf uniform again, but she’s got extra layers on.  It’s funny how she manages to get extra layers of coat on.  We just fluff up our hair a bit more.

Mam said to send a special note to Auntie Noelle, because she’s been suffering from the hurricane, which is even windier than our wind.  That must be really something, Auntie Noelle.  And also we’re still thinking solidly for Uncle Mo, and hope the treatment’s okay and the human vet people are looking after you well. Love and kisses from us.

And love and kisses to you too.

Roscoe xxx

Roscoe with bean leaves

Even more leaves from the garden

Mam’s been giving us even more leaves from the garden!

These are called cucumber leaves, and bean stalks.  She said the plants were finished now, but we could have what we liked from the stalks and stems.  Although there were a couple more beans and there just might be another cucumber coming.

Then she was out for a few more days and told us it was too cold to go out in the evening now.  And there probably won’t be any more leaves if it gets colder at night.

It’s sunny in the day, though.  I hope it’s going to be warm enough for us to go out for a bit more grass this week.  Even half an hour will do.  Eh, Mam?

 

Grass, lovely, lovely grass

Bertie asked me what I was going to talk about today.  I told him ‘grass’.

‘Why?’ he asked.

‘Because autumn’s coming,’ I said.  That confused him.

I know autumn’s coming because the days are getting shorter, Mam’s coming downstairs for cuddles and breakfast closer to sunrise, and we get cucumber in the dark in the evening. I explained that to him and he wandered off.

Now, you might notice there – Bertie and I had a conversation. He’s suddenly started being sociable.  As in, ‘hello, would you like to chat?’ not ‘I’m in charge SO THERE!’

It’s taken me a wee while to accept he means it.  I mean, we’ve had some serious fights.  I say hello, he bites me.  That sort of conversation.

But now, we’re out on the grass with just the run panel between us, and we’re chatting.  He even comes out in the morning and chats to Neville while I get my cuddle.  And walks away when I come down (mind you, Mam is holding his tent for him to walk into.)  He’s a changed pig.  Although I’ll wait a while longer before I trust him, mind.

And yes, we’re out on the grass – a little earlier in the afternoon if Mam has been out to dry it off in the morning.  The sun isn’t out for long and the shade comes over quickly enough, but it’s been nice and warm.  Very pleasant, in fact.  And the grass…

Well, the grass is delicious.  But we won’t be having it much longer…

See you next time.

Roscoe xx