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I am not a Drama Queen! But I am happy now

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

I am not a drama queen, which is what Bertie called me last week.  I was genuinely right upset about everything going on.

But Mam sat down with me and we had a chat. Eventually I told her I was upset she’d given the little ones away, and she said, “but that’s what happens with foster piggies. I look after them for a while, and Auntie Sophie finds them a nice new home, and that’s where they’ve gone.”

Well, I didn’t know that.  I didn’t realise they’d gone the day before we’d gone to Hampshire, I thought she’d left them behind and they’d disappeared, and then Mam disappeared for two days the next week, and… Anyway, now I understand, and Mam’s reassured me that I’m not going anywhere without her, unless she’s so sick someone else has to look after us, and she’s not planning on that any time soon.

And she’s let me go back to live with Neville, because she saw how much I was missing him.  She told me if I start bullying him I’ll be out again.  I don’t bully Neville.  He just disagrees with what I tell him to do sometimes, and if he didn’t do that we’d get on perfectly all the time, instead of just most of the time.  She sniffed in that way she does when she doesn’t believe me.

So I’m back with Nev in our run, and he’s happy with that. And Biggles is next door so we can chat, and he’s happy with that, and Bertie’s in the run above, and we can chat and run around together during floor time, and he’s happy with that.

So we’re all happy now.

Although we’ve had our last grass of the year, well, out in the run at any rate. It was yummy, and there was lots of it, but it takes ages to get dry, so we won’t go out if it’s wet or cold. And it’s only warm enough if the sun’s shining on us.

And Mam is working hard on her books and on stuff about houses, and she’s pretty happy too. And she’s started to prepare for Christmas. Well, she told me she’d ordered some Christmas tree decorations with pictures of Bertie & Biggles, and Nev & me. Apparently she’s got one for all the pigs in George’s GP world, so we’re part of her Christmas always.

See you next time

Roscoe xx

 

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Abandoned! Starved!

Way-aye, Roscoe here… just.

The service here is getting terrible.  Last week Mam abandoned us and left us all alone for two whole nights. It was nearly two whole days as well.  I think if you added them together they nearly made two, anyway.

She gave us a packed breakfast in the afternoon and told us she’d be back after two sleeps.  She did add, ‘well, about fourteen for you, I suppose’, which was just about right, I reckon.  And she did turn up on Saturday morning to give us more hay, food and water.

By then we were starving.  I mean, the packed breakfast she gave us in the afternoon didn’t last past midnight, did it?

So when she finally came back we weren’t too pleased with her.  I mean, we are all sufferers from abandonment.  We get very worried if she isn’t here. Well, Bertie and Biggles have never suffered, but Neville and I have.  Nev didn’t seem too worried, to tell the truth, but I was.  She tried to get round us with cuddles and cucumber, and the others seemed fine with it. But I didn’t.  It’s a destruction of trust or something.

How do I know she’s not going to do it again?

Oh.  She says she will have to do it several times over the next few months. And eventually we’ll move down to a new house and stay there without her for a couple of days at a time until all the moving is finished.

I call this gross negligence. Does anyone know a lawyer?

till next time…

Roscoe xxx

Bertie and Roscoe in Hampshire

Sleepy Time!

It’s sleepy time now, after our exhausting trip through the alphabet.

We’ve all been right tired after coming back from Hampshire.  Mam was tired too.  She said the drive was very long, with lots of long stops for accidents and things.  We just went to sleep in our boxes, but it was a long way, and we wobbled around in our boxes on some of the roads.  Still, at least we were with our Mam. I don’t mind travelling as long as Mam’s with us.

See you next week, when it’ll be October already!

Roscoe xx

 

U is for Uncles and Underneath things

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

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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.

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!

cucumber time

See you next time. I’ll be doing W.

Roscoe xxx

PS We celebrated two years with Mam yesterday. I like it here. It feels like we’ve been here forever. I try not to think about those things we talked about for R.

R is for Rescue, and also Roscoe’s interview

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Hello everybody, Bertie here, taking you further on our journey from A to Z.  I thought that sounded a bit posh, and I hope you agree.

Today I’ve thought of two things: rescue pigs and Roscoe. Mummy persuaded me that interviewing him was a good idea after I did one for Neville.  I don’t really know why, because you know what he thinks about things anyway.  But first the exciting news.

Rescue pigs

We are fostering some guinea pigs from East Anglian Guinea Pig Rescue.  Auntie Sophie has rescued sixty baby pigs from a breeder who’s given up.  You can find out more at their Facebook Page.

Most of us here have been rescue pigs.

  • Fred & George came from the first Norwich GP Rescue.
  • Hugo & Victor came from Auntie Vikkie at the Norfolk one
  • Humphrey & Hector came from Auntie Sophie when it was still the Norfolk one.
  • Kevin and Colman were rescued but not from a rescue.  They’d been rescued by Auntie Pigpog and then she had to rehome them, so they were sort of double-rescued.
  • Dylan & Dougall would have gone to Auntie Vikki to be rescued but Mummy took them straight away, so they were sort of pre-rescued.
  • Percy was turned into a Rescue and shown in the Pets at Home Adoption Centre, so he counts, Mummy says.
  • Roscoe & Neville came from the NorthEast Guinea Pig rescue, which they’ve talked about before.

Biggles and I weren’t rescued.  We were rehomed as babies from Auntie Sophie’s lovely piggies. She sort of rescued them, though, but to be with her as forever pigs. And Oscar and Midge were Auntie Vikki’s special rex pigs and they needed a new home, but weren’t rescued.

It sounds complicated to me.

foster rescue pigs Fire and Eclipse

Anyway, Mummy says codenames Ice, Fire and Eclipse are staying for about six weeks. Ice is white, an Aby with pink eyes, and he’s the youngest.  Fire is the ginger and white one, who’s very laid back and friendly, and probably the oldest. Eclipse is a bit scatty, but likes being cuddled, and sometimes stops and stares at Mummy when she’s watching them. Sounds like he’s got Mummy taped.

Roscoe’s interview

Neville, Roscoe and Bertie pile in to the cake

First of all, who are your companions and what are their favourite things?

My companion is Neville.  He’s a nice chap. We get on just fine mostly.  His favourite thing is sleeping, closely followed by grass, pellets, and then cucumber.

Nev loves comfy things, like the tunnel or the hay box

Why did Mummy decide to get you? 

I think she saw Neville and he reminded her of Dylan. Then she saw me and fell in love with me.

Where were you before you came here?

Up north in a place near Newcastle.

Neville and Roscoe settle in

What’s your favourite thing Mummy does?

Gives me nice nibbles, especially cucumber and special hay. Grass time’s good, too

What are your favourite memories of your companions 

I don’t remember any companions other than Nev till we met you.

Tell us a secret that we promise not share with anyone except readers of the blog

I’m not telling you any secrets, you won’t keep them..

Well, thanks a lot for that, Roscoe. I expect everybody learned a lot about you.

He wasn’t very helpful, was he? Huh. Well, anyway, I hope you all enjoyed my post for R today. Till next time

Bertie xxx

Bertie and Percy

P is for Percy, also known as Mr Percy Pig

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Percy was my uncle.  He looked after me and Biggles when we first left our birth mum and aunties and sister and cousins and came to live here. He had led a fairly quiet life up till then, but we soon changed all that.

Percy was a mystery pig, because nobody knew how old he was, or where he’d come from.  Except Mummy saw him in a shop advertised as being 5 years old, and she thought he would fit in well with the pigs here then. Also she didn’t think many people would want a five year-old black pig five weeks before Christmas.

Well, she was wrong, wasn’t she, because she did!  She went back to get him two or three days later.  He lived in the grey cage opposite the others who were here then, Dylan and Dougall, and Oscar on his own. And Kevin was upstairs with Midge. I think that was how it worked, anyway.  Then it wasn’t long before Dougall died, and Dylan went upstairs to live with Kevin and Midge, and Percy moved into the blue cage here we found him a year and a bit later.

It turned out he wasn’t five at all, though.  Mummy and her friends worked out he couldn’t have been much more than eighteen months old when she brought him home.  He grew quickly when he was here and developed what Mummy calls a ‘classic boar shape’.

When we arrived, Percy was astonished.  He was also worn out with us rushing around and jumping on him.  He soon sorted us out and explained how pigs should behave.  I’m afraid I didn’t listen to his teachings much, although I liked the stories he told us.

Percy managed the blog for a long time, and did the A to Z in April with Kevin. He’d gone upstairs to live with Midge and Kevin then, and we’d taken over the blue cage. And maybe Biggles had moved next door to me. I get confused.

Then Percy got a lump on his cheek, which was called a sarcoma, and Dr Sally and the other doctor he saw couldn’t do anything about it, so eventually he died. That was very sad. I still miss him a little, but I’m usually too busy with Roscoe and Neville to miss him much.  I remember snuggling him, and him reassuring us when there were scary things like thunderstorms, though.

He was a very amiable person, and got on with everyone. I think he was very clever, as well.  He had little tricks and signals he did with Mummy. Like patting her shoulder was a signal. I’ve learned to do it too, but sometimes I forget to do it at the right time.

So that’s P for Percy.  Next week, Roscoe’s got the letter Q.  We’re all trying to give him ideas on what it might stand for, but nobody’s come up with anything yet.

Princelings box set 1 coverTomorrow is Guinea Pig Appreciation Day, and Mummy says ten lucky people can get the first 3 ebooks in the Princelings series FREE at Smashwords until midnight tomorrow night, Pacific time, which means about 8 am on Wednesday if you’re in the UK. You need to add the code RL68R at the checkout. Be lucky – and I hope you enjoy it!

Bye for now

Bertie xxx