Neville and Roscoe

All change!

Hi there, Roscoe here.

Well, it’s been a very strange couple of weeks, and I can’t say I like all the changes.

First Percy was ill.  He was all wobbly for a day or so, and Mam took him with her when she went away for a couple of days.  When she came back Percy had gone over the Rainbow Bridge.  I can’t say I was surprised.  He’d been poorly underneath all his bravery.  He’d had this lump on his jawbone ever since we’d known him, and it wasn’t going to get better.  He was having medicine to help him feel okay, but he was fed up with it. Nice about it, mind, but still fed up.

Bertie misses him a lot, so does Mam. And we get through floor time ever so quick now.

Bertie hiding

Mam does us in a different order, now Bertie’s come down to live in a cage opposite us.  We hardly saw him that first week, he was so distressed.  Not sure whether it was losing Percy or being in a strange cage.  He started to come out of hisself after a few days.  He’s got a ledge he can sit on and see us better. I stand on the side of my cage and look right back.  I don’t get to chat with him on the floor, though.  Mam puts me down with Neville, just as right and proper, but Biggles and Bertie each have some time chatting to Neville too.  He’s says they’re nice boys. Not sure he knows what a nice boy is, mind.

Roscoe keeping an eye on Bertie

He’s been acting strange recently.  A lot of weeks now he’s been right antsy about me.  Tells me to mind my own business and stop playing with him, and then gets all cross with me.  I don’t know what’s come over him.  He used to be such a quiet, amiable chap.  If I said move over, he’d move over quiet as a lamb.  Now I have to assert my authority, like.  Then he argues.  What’s more, Mam and Biggles and Bertie all side with him. I can’t see it myself.  He’s getting to be a right pian to live with.  And anyway, how come Bertie and Biggles get a cage each and we have to share?  I asked Mam and she said it was better for me to share with Neville, more company.  I’d be lonely on my own, she said.

Yeah, right.  But he wouldn’t argue with me, would he?

Maybe he’s just upset with all the changes too.  He used to spend time chatting to Percy.  They all did.  I did too, when we were on the grass.  He was a lovely chap.

Roscoe
What’s over there?

Never mind.  I hope we go out for some more grass today.  I like grass.  That never changes.

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Neville and Roscoe

Same old same old

Hi all.  Roscoe here.

I don’t know what this blogging business is all about.  I haven’t got anything else to say.  I said it last time.

We’re often out eating grass.

Mam is often out doing whatever she does on the grass.  When she’s not out she’s either upstairs with Percy and Bertie, or in the garden pulling things out of the flowerbeds.

I hear Bertie was a bit huffy last week.  He’s like that.  Full o’ hisself.  Mam says I’m full o’ meself too. Well, at least I’ve learnt to put a g at the end of my doin’ words.

Bertie was right scared when Midge had his fit.  He was right next door watching.  He’s grown up a lot since that night, I can tell you.  Mam even left Biggles out on the floor the other day when she put Bertie down for his run.  Once it would have been blue murder straight away, or so Percy says, and I’ve met Bertie and can believe it.  But no, I watched Bertie eye up Biggles, and Biggles eye up Bertie, and Percy look from one to the other and snuggle in his hay box to keep out of the way… and nothing happened.

They still size each other up and play it big when they’re out in the garden with a cage panel between them.  But it’s not too bad.  Nothing nasty, like.

So he’s growing up, and Mam calls him a good boy to encourage him some more.

So forgive him if he’s still totally self-centred.  I mean, all pigs are, really, aren’t we? And don’t forget, we’re Rodents with Attitude.

Where’s my cucumber, Mam?

Roscoe

Grass at last!

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

We’ve had some lovely days of weather, and some lovely grass time too. Mam brought us in last night when we’d only been out a wee while, but then she came back after bein’ out at golf all day.  She did that Friday too. But she’s been givin’ us an hour or two in the garden each day, and that’s nice.  She’s also been givin’ us some nice fresh leaves from the garden each morn’n – yum!

Mostly we’ve been runnin’ in a nice large area between the veggie patches and the patio thing. I think we’ve done a grand job of mowin’ that, so I hope we go out to a new patch today.

Bertie has had his own little stretch of grass that goes around the corner to meet up with Biggles and Percy, then their bit comes back alongside the veggie patch to meet us.  I like bein’ able to speak to all of them.  I spend a fair few minutes each day standin’ at the bars, whifflin’ at them to come across and chat.  Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t.  Depends how busy they are with the mowin’, I’d say.

I reckon Bertie isn’t eatin’ anywhere near enough of his grass.  It’s easy to say well, he’s only one person, but he’s done less than half what Biggles and Percy have eaten. Then again, Neville and I have a patch that’s more than twice Bertie’s, and we’ve been ‘very diligent’, as Mam would say.

I don’t think Mam’s taken any photos, though, so you’ll have to make do with old ones.

April grass

Did you notice that young Bertie blogged again last week?  Percy says he’s right grown-up since Midge died. Aye, it’s an experience to be with a pig near the end of his life.  Makes you think.

Apart from Percy’s lump, we’re all fine here.  Percy says sometimes he’s fine, sometimes he’s not.  He gets by though.  He’s a bonny lad.

Kevin likes his cakeSee you next time.

PS Percy reminded me that it’s Kevin’s anniversary on Wednesday so we might be a bit sad that day.  But I never knew Kevin, so Neville and I will just be respectful, like.

after bath Nev and Ros

Grass! Sunshine! And rain …

Mornin’ all, Roscoe here.  I’ve a lot to tell you about today.

roscoe

First off, it’s been sunny in the week.  Mam went outside into the garden for a bit, several times each day, and left the door open.  It was okay, I reckon, but she said the grass was too wet for runnin’ on yet.  But she brought us some in, three days runnin’.  That was yummy.  She was expectin’ we could go out yesterday, but the rain came again, and we couldn’t.  Toes crossed for today.

Saturday me and Nev had an excitin’ time.  We went upstairs to a room we’d not been in yet, called the bathroom.  There was lovely warm water in the bath to play in.  I liked it a lot, and so did Nev.  He explored both ends.  I thought about jumpin’ out, but the walls were very high.  Then Mam poured water over us, then some other stuff and gave us each a good massage.  Oooh, that felt good.   I wasn’t so keen on her liftin’ me up so she could do my bottom end, but no problem, really.  Then she poured warm water over us again for a bit, before all the water disappeared and she wrapped us in a cloth and put us somewhere else for a few minutes.  Then she wrapped us in drier cloths and took us downstairs for a cuddle, both together.

That lasted a long time, and she gave us a good rub with the red towel.  Mam was watchin’ summat called Jimnastics on the picture box. Sounded good.  Then she sat us on her lap right up close to the picture box and blew warm air over us with a white noisy thing.  It was fine once I got used to it.

fluffy

Then we went back into our nice clean cage, and she laughed and said she should rename me Fluffy.  No thanks, Mam, it’s Roscoe now and forever, thanks.

Yesterday I think Biggles and some of the others had their turn.  I guess this is all part of that spring-cleanin’ lark she did all through the weekend before.

 

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It’s smelling like spring

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

It’s been another quiet week.  I’ve been getting a little bit bored with it, to tell the truth.  Mam’s been out quite a bit, or busy with people calling her on that funny box she uses to talk to them. I think it’s people she’s talking to, any rate.

We’ve not any more grass from the garden lately, something to do with the white snow that covered it. We did get a wee bit on Saturday, though.  Mam had been out all day, and the day before, and before that too, so maybe she was making it up to us, like. She’d been in at night, though.  Not like the other week. She gave Neville a haircut the other day though.

neville's haircut Mar 18

Any rate, she was in all day yesterday.  She spent some time outside doing noisy things.  We could hear he cos she left the door open.  We could hear the birds and smell the air.  It smelled good.

I hear Percy let on that Neville and I had a bit of an argument the other day.  We didn’t really.  I just told Nev what he ought to do like, and he disagreed.  So we talked about it for a while. I’ve no idea how he got that little spot behind his ear.  It’s nothing to do with me, honest.

Mam said that if the grass was dry enough we could go out on it when it got warm so she could sit out without a coat on. So she’s going out without a coat on, but she’s not sitting.  Okay. I see. I think.  Get sitting, will you?

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Move along, please, nothing new here

Way-aye, it’s me, Roscoe again.  It was right strange last week, when our Mam went out into the snow and we didna see hide nor hair of her for days.  She told us she’d be going, and Auntie Vikki would be in to see us, but it didn’t work out like we expected, oh no.

roscoe

First off, Mam wandered round on the day she was leaving, sayin’ funny things like “there’s no buses” and “there’s no taxis”.  I wasn’t sure why she couldn’t take the car as usual, like, but there was a problem with that, apparently.  Anyway, we had loads of extra hay, and extra pellets, and extra veggies, and eventually Uncle Michael came and they both left.

This was the garden a couple of days before Mam went

Well, a couple of days came and went, and Percy sent a whistle down to ask if Auntie Vikki had been.  We’d met Auntie Vikki because she came to see us all and know who we were for our veggies while Mam was out.  But apparently all that snow outside meant Auntie Vikki couldna get here, so on Saturday Auntie Claire came instead.

That’s all well n’ good, but it was, like, me sayin “Who are you?” and everyone else divin for cover because there’s this strange lady in the house. She had snow boots on when she came, so I reckon she walked here. She wasna strange at all of course, and I watched her carefully and checked her out, and it was real food and veggies she gave us, so I said “thank you very much,” like you do.  I was very grateful to her.  Mummy says she’s very grateful to her, too.  She’s coming round this week to say hello properly and have a cuppa with me Mam.

Next day and the days after, Auntie Vikki got through, and apologised for leaving us on our own.  Percy got his meds, and we all got cleaned and cuddled.  Well, Biggles refused the cuddle, but he did get a bit braver on the next day, and came out of one of his hidey holes to say hello.

Then Mam came back and checked us all and told us what good boys we were and how wonderful Aunties Claire and Vikki had been to come and look out for us.

And we all agree with that.  Thank you very much, Auntie Claire, and Auntie Vikki, for coming through the snow to look after us, even after the snow disappeared. And for teaching me and Percy how to do selfies when Mam’s not here.

Mind you, Mam’s been making funny snorting noises ever since she got back. She didna go out to get us fresh lettuce till Saturday. Mind you, we had leaves from the garden on Friday. They’d been growing in the warm white tent all snug in the snow. So that’s what those white things do.

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