after bath Nev and Ros

Grass! Sunshine! And rain …

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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Who’s who? And an update on teeth

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

Roscoe stands on Neville in tunnel

How do you like this pose, then? Wor Neville thinks it’s a bit much, me standing on him while he’s in the tunnel, but he’s a big boy, he can take it.

All the news is about Neville this week.  First the update on his teeth.  They are nearly new.  You can see on these photos Mam took of them, how much they’ve grown in three weeks.  First when they had just broken off, then a week later, they’re okay but little stubby things.  Then last week about three-quarters grown.  Mam checked the length of both top and bottom teeth then, and trimmed the bottom ones to make sure they didn’t overgrow.  That would have meant Nev’s top teeth started wearing before they had grown right down, and that would have meant his molars (back teeth) wearing in the wrong place too.  Anyway, the latest pic shows they are nearly back to normal. (If you click the first you can get large pics and scroll through).

There’s a photo on our wall opposite.  Actually, there’s lots of photos on the wall opposite.  Mam says that the one directly opposite our cage is Hugo.  She says I remind her a lot of Hugo, the way I stand looking out, walk up her arm, take an interest in everything.  And the way I’m a divil for plastic bags.  Ooh, yes, plastic bags are great. Apparently I’m the worst plastic bag chewer since Hugo.  Surely you mean the best, Mam?

Anyway, the photo at the other end is of Dylan and Dougall.  Apparently today is Dylan’s anniversary. He pined for his brother so much that he went over the Rainbow Bridge to be with him.  That was today in 2015.  That’s three years ago.  Percy says he knew Dylan, and met Dougall, but he wasn’t well, so he didn’t get to know him before he passed.  Percy says Dylan was a canny chap.  Actually, Percy doesn’t, he says Dylan was a great chap who knew a lot and kept everyone in their place. That sounds like a canny lad to me. Percy talks a bit posh sometimes.

The question is, can you tell Neville from Dylan; and for that matter can you tell him from Dougall?  Take a look at these:

Mam says Neville is more milk chocolate coloured and Dylan and Dougall were more like mahogany. That’s a rich dark brown. Mam often uses long words. And Neville is very like Dougall in temperament, too.  Ah, he’s a bonny lad is Neville.  I bet I’d have got on well with Dougall too. I’m not sure about Dylan. But if he was the boss, and I was happy with that, we’d have got along okay, I reckon.

See you next time!

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A very exciting week

Roscoe here.  Glad to see you again.  I gather a few had a wee problem with the accent, like.  Sorry bout that, but Mam says she likes it.

This week was very exciting.  We had a birthday party for young Biggles and his brother Bertie.  You know I’m not right friendly with Bertie.  And Percy filled me in on events between Biggles and Bertie.  It sounds like Bertie’s as bad with his brother as he is with me.

Biggles first birthday cake

Anyhow, Biggles invited Neville and me to his party, which was on the floor in the living room.  That was different!  We don’t usually run around there.  There was a nice warm blanket with something crinkly underneath.  Mam says it’s a plastic tablecloth to protect her floor carpet. Oh, I get you 😉

I had fun exploring, and nosing around the things there, and I found some shiny things up at the side, apparently they spelled out summat, but I don’t read long words too well, especially when the letters are twice the size of meself.  Neville discovered the birthday cake and spent nearly all his time there.  Well, it was nice, and I did have some. Just not that much. Biggles was a bit shy of it too.  He had a good rumble at me instead.

I gather the others had a second party with a separate birthday cake which Midge spent most of his time eating.  Midge and Neville – I wonder what they’d do if they lived together?!

Neville’s teeth are growing along okay.  Mam took more photos this weekend to show you how they go, week on week.  Neville hasn’t lost any weight, mind.

And my lump has finally gone away (touch wood, Mam says), and I’ve finished one of the antibiotics and Mam says I can finish the other on Thursday.  Of course it’s the horrid tasting one that lasts longer.  I cannot wait for Thursday.

Have a nice week!

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Our Christmas Box

Way-aye. Roscoe here. And I’m to reassure you that Percy is fine, he’s lookin’ bonny, and he’ll probably be back here next week.

Roscoe with parsley

I have to introduce you to me and my mate Neville. I think me Mam told you all about us last August, so I’d be repeatin’ myself like, or Percy, or the like, so I’ll give you a quick rundown.

I was all happy enough in me home up on Tyneside and Neville and I had been together a while. I don’t right remember when he arrive, to tell the truth, but we’d been okay in our cage for a good while. Then one day our family left. It was all quiet for a day or so, then the landlord came in to check the house, and found us there. He was very nice about it, and gave us food whenever he visited, which was often, until Auntie Layla had room for us. Then we went to stay with her and the kiddies and all the other guineas there. We had a nice summer, lots of grass time, and then we were all neatened up and told we were going on a journey.

Well, that was a long journey!  Very comfy, mind, but still a long way. Two trains, changing boxes in Newcastle station, then a couple of hours later we got into a car and two more hours till we arrived with Mam and the boyos here.

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Roscoe and Neville arrive

And you know the rest because you’ve seen the film and you’ve probably got the tee-shirt.

We’ve been havin’ a neat time here. We like our cage and enjoyed the grass time. Then Christmas arrived. It’s kind of a big deal here, with photos with the santa hats and all.

Roscoe prefers Neville's hat
Roscoe fancies Neville’s hat

Then we got our Christmas present.

It’s a lovely box with grass on the outside and grass and hay and lovely herby things on the inside. Oh yes, we got that super furry tunnel, too. We like that.

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Roscoe loves the grassy box

At least it was a nice box. Mam’s going to put the photos up for me to show you the lifecycle of the grassy box.  There’s just a wee bitty bit left of it now, but it’s been great fun, I can tell you. If you ever want to buy your guinea pig a great gift, I recommend it.

Neville & Roscoe with a bit of box

That’s all from me this week. Enjoy yourself, won’t you.