Summer in the garden

I suppose some guinea pigs might not go out in the garden much.  Some may have to go out whether it’s raining or not.  I don’t know.  I only know that when Mummy’s home and it’s warm enough, and dry enough, we go out in the garden to eat the grass.  She calls it lawn-mowing.

This summer, Bertie has been in his own run, Oscar has been in his, and Midge, Biggles and I have been in the other – usually a much bigger one.  Mummy says it’s because we have three times as much grass to get through than the others.  I know it’s also because she likes it when we all run around together and are sociable.  I like being sociable too.

We socialise in the morning, on the floor in the kitchen, and we do that all year round.  I like doing that, because it’s always the same temperature, and there’s hay in a box to jump in and munch.  We (Midge and I) have been running around with Biggles, once he started being friendly and not aggressive to us.  He’s a bit bossy, but nowhere near as bad as Bertie.  Bertie and Biggles just attack each other, so Mummy makes sure they aren’t in the same place at the same time.

Just recently, Bertie has been more sociable with me, after Mummy has taken Midge upstairs.  Mummy noticed, so she’s giving us more time to get along.  Bertie’s getting much better all round – he comes over to ask Mummy for a head scratch sometimes, which she likes doing.  His nose is better now; those two black spots have disappeared.

I think Mummy might put Bertie and me in a run on the grass together, to see how we get along.  Midge can socialise with Biggles okay, although he’s not very patient with him.  It’s funny, because they look very alike.

Oscar and Midge and I went to see Dr Sally this week – Oscar and me for a check-up, and Midge because he’d set a new world record for heavyweight pigs.  She checked him over and he’s fine.  She checked us and we’re pretty much the same as we were although my lump’s got bigger.  They decided that they’d give us a summer in the garden to see what Dr Sun and Dr Greengrass can do. It’s not as easy to ignore my lump as it was, but Mummy gives me something every day to make sure it doesn’t hurt, and I’m getting used to it.

Dr Sally wants to see us again next month.  That’s a date, then, Dr Sally!

Mummy’s going out again

I suppose I’ve got used to Mummy going out now.

When she comes in again we usually go out in the garden.  Not when the sky’s been making funny noises and dropping water everywhere. That happened yesterday when she was out.  She still seemed happy when she came back.

This morning she went out without giving us cuddles and cleaning again.  She did that Saturday, too.  She had to go to early golf, but she said she’d clean us out when she came back.  And we’d go out in the garden.  She was wearing her golf clothes both days.  I don’t know why she has to play so early she misses out on our cuddles.

Apparently Midge now weighs 1.68 kg.  That’s a new record for any pig in our house.  The previous record was held by Percy at 1.64.  Mummy’s going to take him to the vet tomorrow to make sure it’s only appetite, not something heavy growing in him.  She’s going to take Percy for his lump to be measured, and Oscar because he doesn’t weigh enough and his results should be through.  I don’t understand what that means, but apparently you do.  And she has to pick up lots of extra feeds for pigs with special dietary needs.  I guess you understand that, too.

I weigh over 1 kg now.  Biggles weighs more than me. We’re both quite big now, nearly as big as Oscar.

My bed’s back!

When Mummy brought me up here to the run, I left my lovely blue bed behind.  I missed it.  She said Bertie & Biggles needed it to feel safe and secure without me.

Then Bertie came up here and we divided the run, and Biggles kept my bed.  A week later it was Bertie’s.  I was a bit put out, since it was right next to our run, and there was Bertie, not even sleeping in it.

Bertie hides

But this week Mummy gave it back to me and laughed when I got straight in it and went to sleep.  She’s like that.  I think it was kind laughter, not making fun of me.  I think she was pleased I was happy again.  Bertie got the big blue snugglesack, which Midge and I weren’t really attached to.  I’ve got my bed and Midge has his blue tunnel and we share them anyway, so we’re fine.

Apart from that, nothing much has happened except a thunder and lightning storm on Thursday when Mummy was out.  Bertie hid in the corner near us and we told him it wasn’t as bad as fireworks, which it isn’t.  We’re getting fireworks every Saturday night now, and some Fridays, and Mummy says it isn’t nice, but we just have to put up with it, because it’s people celebrating getting married at the hotel.  I think they should celebrate quietly, personally.

Oh, and we’ve been outside most evenings which is nice.  Mummy puts us in the garden when she comes in after her busy days out.  If she doesn’t fall asleep first, watching people hit a ball back and forward over a net thing on the tv.  Funny Mummy ❤

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My Nose and Midge’s Birthday

Hello, Bertie here today.

Last week was funny.  We went out in the garden on Monday and Tuesday. The next day it started raining so we didn’t go again until Saturday.  We still got our floor time in the morning. One of those days I got into a bit of an argument with Oscar when Mummy wasn’t looking.  He bit me on the nose!  It was only a scratch. By Friday it was looking a mess, because Mummy had washed the neat dried blood off and put sticky stuff called medicinal honey on it.  So it looks much worse than it is.  Here’s a picture of me on Saturday to prove it!

Bertie's nose bites

Sunday (yesterday) was nice.  Mummy moved our runs.  There’s less shade so we have to have the green shades up. There’s much more space, running between the vegetable beds again.

The most important part of Sunday was Midge’s birthday!  Mummy did one of her special cakes, at least that’s what Percy says it was. I’d never seen one before. Oscar had his own portion, which he ate right up, and so did I. Mine didn’t have candles on it, because it wasn’t my birthday.  My birthday is in February.  I share it with Biggles, who shared Midge’s cake with Midge and Percy.  I hope we get cake in February.  It’s yummy.  I finished it all up.  Well, so did everyone.

Bertie hides

Trouble and Strife

Percy here today. It’s been a difficult week. Mummy spent a lot of the time out – even stayed out two nights (Wednesday and Saturday). She left us lots of food so we were fine, but we got a bit tetchy and nervous.

Bertie was a pain, particularly on Friday. Mummy was in then, and told him to behave. He kept chattering at Midge; then Midge got upset and started jumping on me. He’s not as heavy as he was, but he’s still too heavy for me and, besides, I don’t need the attention! So I got cross with Midge. Mummy took him out of the run and put him in a carry box to cool off. He was a lot better for a while, then after Mummy said goodnight, he started again. Mummy came in to us and put him back in the box till morning! He grumbled about that, but he was fine in the morning.

Bertie was still being a pain on Saturday, but we put up with him a bit better. Mummy says he’s going through “a stage” and he’ll grow out of it. He’d better do that soon. Mummy threatened to swap him over with Biggles, who we get on with much better.

Another thing he did on Saturday: he went out of the back door! Only Hugo has ever done that before. Mummy heard a noise out on the patio while she was cuddling Oscar. She went to look, and saw Bertie coming back in!

Well, at least he was back inside. She’ll be keeping a good eye on him in future.

Dylan used to roam the garden, checking up on everyone, but he never went outside on his own. He knew it is Not Allowed. I just hope Bertie has learnt that now. He’ll get into real trouble if he’s not careful.

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We come out of mourning for Kevin tomorrow. It’s been seven weeks already. It seems a long time in some ways. Mummy says she still misses him loads. But we might have birthday cake on Wednesday – that’s Mummy’s birthday.

Bertie at home

Where does Mummy go?

Hello.  Bertie here.

I was told when I came upstairs that I’d see Mummy more often.

It isn’t true.  She’s here sometimes in the morning.  Then she goes somewhere and a long time later she comes back.  She often asks if we missed her.  I never reply, because I don’t know how.  I mean, no I didn’t miss her.  But she wasn’t here.  It would be nice if she was here more.  They told me I’d see more of her if I came upstairs.  But I don’t.

It’s been very warm the last few days.  We go out on the grass in the evening for an hour or two. It mostly starts out even warmer out there, but gets nice and comfortable.  Then we come back in.  Sometimes it feels warmer inside.  Sometimes it feels cooler.  Last night it was hot and sticky.  We had to remind Mummy it was cucumber time.  Then she went and got it and that cooled us down.

Percy sleeps

Even though it’s hot Percy still snoozes inside his snugglesac.  I sleep on the hay in the loft.  Midge sleeps on the hay or on top of the snuggletunnel.  It’s okay when it’s hot, but Mummy complains.

Anyway, if you know where Mummy goes, please tell me.

love,

Bertie.

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A Tribute to Fred and George – Guest Post by Jemima Pett…

Mummy’s written a tribute to Fred and George for the Story Reading Ape and his friends. You might like it too.

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If it were not for Fred and George, I would probably not be here.

It’s a reasonable assumption. I had no real ambition to be a published (or blogging) author beyond that vague feeling that ‘there must be a book inside me’. As far as I knew I had the ‘wrong sort of brain’ for writing fiction. Yes, I knew I loved writing, but I had been told that my only attempt at fiction was rubbish, and I believed that.

Then Fred and George came into my life.

I was looking for a pet, since I had changed job and location, and felt I wouldn’t be travelling much, so I could give a good home to an animal. Whether I was a suitable person to take responsibility for an animal troubled me a little. What if after a couple of years I felt it wasn’t working? What if my infamous…

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Bertie and Percy

Hello, I’m Bertie!

Hello.  This is my first post.  Percy is going through it to make it look good.  He says my spelling is atro… bad.  I’m only four months old.  I haven’t even been to school yet.

Percy says this IS school.

Oh.  Well, it’s a lot of fun.

Percy says it’s not fun for him.  I keep interrupting him.

Midge in the run

I like teasing Uncle Percy.  And Uncle Midge, but he’s more serious. He’s more likely to bop me on the nose.  I bopped him back once and he and Mummy told me off.

Uncle Percy just complains loudly.  Then Mummy turns round from this machine and asks him what’s wrong.  Then she tells me to behave.  I put on my angelic face and she turns away.

I like my uncles.  I like my Mummy too.  I don’t like my brother Biggles any more because he kept trying to attack me.  Now if I see him I try to get in first.  Mummy tries to make sure we don’t get in the same room together.

And then there’s Oscar.  Oscar’s funny.  I don’t know what to make of him.  Sometimes he seems really nice and then he growls at you and starts to snap.  I keep away from him.  I think that’s best.

I think it’s time for cucumber now, so I’ll go and get some.

Bye bye.

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The Last of the Jubilee Seven

Percy here.  Sorry I didn’t arrive last week.  It was all very busy and I forgot.  Not having Kevin around to keep an eye on things has unsettled us all a bit.

Mummy’s been sad because he was the last of the Jubilee Seven, as she called them: Hector, Humphrey, Victor, Dylan, Dougall, Colman and Kevin.

The Jubilee Seven

Before them there was the Fabulous Four: Fred, George, Hugo and Victor.

Victor was in both groups.  He joined Mummy in 2008 and was only about eight months old then, and lived till he was six years and four months. His anniversary is next Monday, although Mummy says we don’t have to do a memory post for that.  We mostly remember birthdays.  Although some people don’t have birthdays, so we find a special day for them somehow.  Mummy knows how, I don’t.  I have a ‘Gotcha’ Day, which was the day Mummy got me from the Adoption place.

Colman and Kevin had birthdays which were estimated, according to Mummy, because Auntie Kate had an idea of when they were born.  That’s how Colman got to have a seventh birthday cake, and he’s our oldest piggy so far.

I asked Mummy if all the Jubilee Seven have gone, what are we now, and she said “The Famous Five.”

That sounds good to me.

By the way, I have a lump on my chin and I’m having medicine for it every day.  Mummy says I might have to have tests done on it tomorrow.  But I’ll be in Dr Sally’s good hands.  She’s the best.  So I’ll be okay.

PS Do you like the dark colour scheme? It’s because were in mourning for Kevin, and will be for seven weeks. That takes us to the 27th June, which is the day before Mummy’s birthday.