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.
With Uncle Phill and Auntie Cathy
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.
Y is the second last letter of our A to Z Challenge. It’s taken us a long time to get here, yet it seems like only Yesterday since we started.
Yesterday was Sunday and we spent a few hours out in the garden. Mam gave us a very large run, and then let the Youths in to a bit we’d been in. Youths is what we now call the Littlies, the three that Mam’s been fostering, since they’re much bigger now, and behaving more like teenagers than anything else.
Roscoe in his new tent
Biggles meets Fire
Ice, Eclipse and Fire
Mam’s been telling me off for being grouchy with everyone, including Neville, but I’m not as bad as Bertie, who came out of his run somehow on Tuesday, and attacked Biggles most unkindly. I don’t know Y he does it. Biggles had a bite on his cheek, but Mam says it’s healed up fine. Yesterday Young Eclipse got through one of the fence panels and came to see us oldies. We were very polite to him, and Mam saw him and came to collect him. He seemed quite polite too. I wonder why Mam hasn’t introduced us on the kitchen floor like she did the other two? I liked the white one, but the ginger one didn’t like being with me at all. Even though we chat when we’re out in the garden. They are going to be leaving us this week, to go to a new home, I think.
There’s not much Yummy grass left in the garden. We occasionally find a new patch under the shade of the wall, but there’s none under the tree on the other side because that trees taken all the moisture. Mam says we might as well have as big a run as she can make in case we find some we’ve missed.
We’re going down to Hampshire again next weekend, and I hope there’ll be some yummy grass there. Mam says not to hope too much, as they’ve had no more rain than we have. Apparently it’s wet where all the gardening programmes come from.
Y was a very difficult letter. Bertie’s got Z next week, which could be just as bad.
Mind you, Mam gave us some Yellow corn Yesterday. That was Yummy.
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!
Nev’s pleased to see Mam
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.
White! That’s me, Roscoe, except for my ginger eyepatch.
I’m blogging from A to Z with the letter W today!
I’m the first all-white piggy Mam had, although Kevin had lots of white all over him but lots of ginger patches too. Victor’s back end was white and agouti, Oscar’s back and side was white, and Dougall had about the same amount of white on him as Neville does. Humphrey had a big white face and white feet. And Hugo had a half-white tummy and a Zorro stripe.
Roscoe making a hay nest
Neville doing the edges
Oscar meets Roscoe
Kevin with patches
Dougall’s third birthday
Victor ready for cuddles
Humphrey the Brave
Hugo wants to play
Hugo with zorro stripe
Ice, the baby, with his ears nicely down
And the baby, Ice, who isn’t going to be a baby for much longer, because he’s growing fast and his funny ears have dropped over like a pig’s should be, he’s all white. Very white indeed.
There are three types of weather. Hot and wet, hot and dry, and weather we can go out on the grass in. When it’s cold we don’t go out anyway. We’ve had several weeks this summer where Mam’s said it’s too hot to go out. It was hot inside as well, but Mam said outside was worse. When we had some rain, it was hot but the ground was too wet, and she didn’t want to risk us all getting pneumonia like Bertie did. Bertie didn’t go outside when he was ill, even when we did.
Last week it was hot, but we went out when it was all shady and there was only an hour or so before dark. The grass is damp till lunchtime, which I think would be nice if it’s hot. Mummy says we have to wait though.
Wait is another W word. I don’t like it at all. But then next time Bertie has X, which is puzzling us all. Then I get Y and he has Z, and then we’ll be on holiday again! I can’t wait for our holiday!
Bertie here! I’m feeling fine now, thank you for your nice messages. I finished my medicine yesterday, but Mummy says I can still have some of Hugo’s Brew if I want it.
Today I’m doing letter V in our A to Z Challenge. Not long to go now! Kevin did V for Vets in 2017, too. You can see what he said here.
I had to go and see the VET the week before last. I had a horrid crackly breathing problem which Dr David said was pneumonia (Mummy spelled that out for me).
He held me tight and made a funny feeling in my back, which hurt a little, but only for a second. Mummy says it was an injection of the medicine she then gave me twice a day after that. It doesn’t taste at all nice. It’s called Enrocare, and it’s the replacement for Baytril, which tastes even worse, according to Mummy. I had it from a tube mixed with apple juice, which was okay till the apple ran out and the medicine was all that was left. I had to take it for ages. And then I had Hugo’s Brew afterwards which taasted nice, once I got used to it.
We have nice Vets. They are hugely knowledgeable people about all sorts of illness and problems for all sorts of animals. Ours specialise in ‘exotic animals’ which includes guinea pigs. Sometimes when Mummy goes to the vets she sees other things. Cats and dogs and birds are the most usual. Also rabbits, lizards, bearded dragons, snakes, and one day she met a penguin. Auntie Vikki met an emu there once! I’d be scared stiff to meet an emu. And Mummy took a kestrel there, one that Uncle Michael had rescued. Dr Louise looked at it and kept it in their special place for birds until it recovered, then let it free where he’d found it.
When Mummy first took George there, it was quite small, just Dr Louise and Dr Sally and Uncle Stuart on Reception. There were the same consulting rooms and just one room for operations and xrays, and a bay for sick animals next to the staff kitchen. Now they have a huge area behind the consulting rooms, with special rooms for xrays, scans and operations. Each set of animals has its own room to recover in, so one for dogs, one for cats, one for reptiles, one for guinea pigs and rabbits, and one for birds! Mummy says they also have lots of vets working there, and there’s a picture of some of them and the nurses above on their tenth anniversary.
Roscoe saw Dr Helen in January; she put him on a diet! She’s now working in Cambridge, but Dr Sally is back at work after having a baby. We like Dr Sally. We see her most often. Dr David is very very nice, though. I liked him, even if he did stick a needle in me. I’m feeling a lot better now.
So that’s V for Vets, and next week Roscoe has W. I wonder what he’s going to do? Oh—I get X the week after. Any suggestions?
We’ve got to the letter U in our A to Z Challenge. It is very challenging. Mam says most of these last ones are, but Bertie’s doing V next week and he’s just been to see his V, so he’s dictating his post to me today. Mam has shown me how to schedule it, which is to post it on a certain day. Bertie has NU-MOAN-I-A which we don’t know how he got it but makes his lungs ache and he makes a crackly noise when he breathes. His medicine upsets his tummy. Upsets – that’s a U word.
UNCLES – is the man thing for Auntie. We don’t have many Uncles. Uncle Bob came to see us last week. I think he came to see us, with Auntie Doris, although they went for a walk with Mam before they sat and cuddled us. It was a very long walk, they were out for hours. Anyhow, Mam and Auntie and Uncle took photos of us on their laps. Bob has a lovely hairy chin. It’s fun to play with. Mam doesn’t have a hairy chin, neither does Auntie Doris. I think that’s what makes Bob an Uncle.
Neville with Auntie Doris
Biggles made Uncle Bob fall asleep
Roscoe with Auntie Doris
Bertie with Auntie Doris
Bertie with Uncle Bob
With Uncle Phill and Auntie Cathy
Midge with Uncle Barry and Kevin with Auntie Shirley
We also like being UNDERNEATH things. Nev and I have an underneath Biggles’ run, which is a nice secure hideyhole. We all enjoy being Underneath Mam’s table in the kitchen, and also the other piece of furniture which is like a cupboard on legs. Mam says she doesn’t do anything underneath anywhere these days, but she understands why we like it. Mam’s good at Understanding us!