Mummy took our run panels down at the weekend, even though it was sunny outside. She said it was just too wet for us, due to the heavy dew, and lack of sun on the grass. I know what she means: the last few times there's been sun in the sky but not shining where …
I don't like to complain, but Mummy keeps going out in the afternoon and it's nearly dark, or even really dark, when she comes back. A couple of nights last week she came back when the sun was in the sky, but not in the garden, not even in Roscoe & Neville's run. We were …
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 …
Hey! We've got some grass. Mam says it's because it rained last weekend. There's not much, just enough to make an odd-shaped run for one piggy group at a time. I say 'piggy-group' because nobody wants to play with Bertie. Oh, well, Neville says he doesn't mind playing with Bertie, not too much, anyway. But …
Hello it's Bertie here. I don't know what's going on. There's no grass left where Mummy puts us out in the evening for grass time. It's all brown. Although there is a little around the edges. I nibble that but it's not enough for a real supper. We spend most of our days sheltered form …
Mornin'g all, Roscoe here. I remembered to put the 'g' on up there, did you see that? What, no ' thing? Okay. It's a hard life being a guinea pig y'know. Eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, work. I guess we work at what you call 'play', but it's serious business, you know. Take morning floor …
George's Guinea Pig World 