last day of summer 2018

That might be it for summer…

It was really nice last week.  Each day when Mam came back from her golf (it’s always golf, we think), she put us out in the garden for a wee while, even when it was nearly dark. It wasn’t really dark. The darkest day we only went out for a few minutes, but it was good for a leg stretch and some grass.

Thursday Neville and me had a bath.  We don’t like having baths, but it’s good afterwards.  My hair goes soft and silky, and so does Neville’s.  His bottom stops smelling riper than is polite, too.  We get an extra long cuddle (I don’t like long cuddles) and get a warm blowy noisy thing held over us before we go for our run.  It does make you feel nice and warm, though.

Saturday was great.  Mummy was not in golf clothes, and we went out into the garden runs at lunchtime. That’s earlier than we’ve had all summer long, I think.  The runs had moved onto fresh grass.  We made good work of that, I can tell you.  Mam made good work of planting seeds in the veggie patch with the chard and winter lettuce.

There was a lot of air blowing about, almost as warm as that hair drying thing Mam used on Thursday.  We were in a sheltered part, between the plant that’s escaped from its pen and the wall, where there’s lots of grass.  Bertie was beside us.  He’d moved only a little way, next to where he’d been before.  And the other end was Biggles.

Mam said to eat as much as we liked because we wouldn’t be coming out much longer.  How right she was!  Sunday was wet as could be and Mam said it was cold out, too.  Today Mam’s gone out early in her golf uniform again, but she’s got extra layers on.  It’s funny how she manages to get extra layers of coat on.  We just fluff up our hair a bit more.

Mam said to send a special note to Auntie Noelle, because she’s been suffering from the hurricane, which is even windier than our wind.  That must be really something, Auntie Noelle.  And also we’re still thinking solidly for Uncle Mo, and hope the treatment’s okay and the human vet people are looking after you well. Love and kisses from us.

And love and kisses to you too.

Roscoe xxx

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Bertie with his snowmen bed

Mummy was out ALL WEEK!

Mummy was out all week last week.  She said it was something to do with golf. Sometimes she went out in her golf uniform, but sometimes she went out in funny clothes we’d never seen before.  One of them showed her legs.  It was all swirly around them like her morning coat.  I wasn’t sure whether she was supposed to go out dressed like that, but she had sparkly things around her neck and on her fingers, so maybe it all went together.

She did come home at night. Sometimes very very late. And we did get our morning cuddles, although some of them were very short.  I’m not complaining.  She seems very much happier now, so maybe it did her good.  A sort of holiday, maybe?  We’re all happy too, and we decided to make the most of the cuddles she had time for.

Bertie is even happier.  On Saturday Mummy took one look at his tunnel and threw it away.  I think Bertie had been peeing in it a lot this week.  Anyway, guess what she put in for him instead?  The Blue Tunnel!  I think we had that when we first came, and then Kevin had it, and then… well, I don’t know, I don’t keep track of who has what normally.  I have all Kevin and Colman’s matching set of snowman bedding, plus the snugglesac that matches the ramp tunnels that we don’t use any  more.  Anyway, Bertie has spent most of the weekend in or on his blue tunnel, and he’s very happy. [Mummy says Midge loved sleeping on it, so that’s probably why Biggles loved it, ‘cos he loved Midge.]

And when Mummy came home when it was still light, she went out to get us some grass to eat, so Neville and Roscoe were happy too.

So, despite Mummy being out ALL WEEK, we’re all happy.  Isn’t that odd?

Bertie breakfast

Mummy’s changed my routine!

Mummy’s been taking me out first for my morning cuddle.  It’s funny being first but I like it. I get first dibs on cucumber, and there’s always six pieces for me.  Sometimes when I’m last there’s only five.  Although sometimes there’s seven, so I suppose it works okay.

The best thing is, I get to have first run in the kitchen.  I get all the time that Mummy’s cuddling Neville to do whatever I like, then Neville comes down.  Now that’s great fun!  First couple of days he was a bit sniffy about me wanting to get to know him better.  But now we pretty much get along okay.

We hang out together around the wooden fiddlesticks until Roscoe comes in from his cuddle.  Mummy picks me up before he realises I’m down the other end of the kitchen, and I’ve got really good at going straight into my tent.  If I don’t I think Mummy will stop me coming down first.  And I like coming down first.  I feel it’s where I belong.

After I’m back in the cage and Mummy’s cleaned out Roscoe and Neville’s cage, she take Biggles out.  He doesn’t seem to like going last.  Well, I didn’t really, either.  But someone has to, and I suppose if he’s been going down first for ages, it’s time for us to swap over.

And when he’s down, Mummy does his cage and then gets our breakfast.

Oh, and there’s another change involving me, too.  It’s on the blog. I bet you can’t work out what it is!

Bye for now

Bertie

Birthday cake and Gotcha party

Way-aye! Roscoe here, full of Gotcha cake, or was it birthday party? I’m not sure, and I don’t think Mam was either.

Anyroad, yesterday we had a party with cake. Me and Neville have been here a whole year. I have to say, I like it here. I’ve got used to the funny way Mam talks, and Bertie and Biggles too, for that matter.

Nev and I like our cage and the time we spend in the garden, especially with the blue tunnel to play in. And the morning routine is good too: Nev gets a cuddle and some cucumber (six pieces, he says, cos he counts), then gets to go on the floor for a run, with Biggles, who’s already been through the cuddle-cucumber bit. Then I get a cuddle and six pieces of cucumber, if I can’t fool Mam into giving me more. Then I join Nev on the floor and Biggles goes back in his cage.

Then Bertie goes and gets cuddled and finishes up the cucumber, and when he comes into the kitchen I get picked up and put back, then Nev joins me.  Sometimes he stays a while to talk to Bertie, but I don’t like him doing that.  Makes me cross to think Bertie has been trying to cuddle up to him.  No matter, I forgive him after a bit.  Then we get our pellets, and then Mam gets the breakfast from the garden or the fridge or a mixture of the two.

After we’ve eaten, it’s time for a snooze.  And maybe we’ll go outside on the grass in the afternoon.

Then sometimes, like this weekend, we do other things later in the day, like have parties.  The cake was delicious, although Nev was too busy with grass to start with.  The grass has grown.  I think we should be out there to trim it for you every day, Mam.

Auntie Doris with Bertie

Our visitors came to see us

Hello! I had a very exciting day yesterday.

Uncle Bob and Auntie Doris came to see us. I didn’t know them before that, but I do now. Mummy has known them a long time, and they’ve known most of the other pigs in George’s Guinea Pig World, but not personally. We’re the only ones they’ve ever held and stroked.

It was extra exciting because they breed and show guinea pigs, and they told Mummy what our breed was most likely to be. And Auntie Doris said Mummy could show me! I am very beautiful. Well, of course you know that. My face markings aren’t perfect (I have streaks in them) but I have a good coat and I am a nice shape. Mummy says I have grown in the last two weeks and my head has caught up with my body. I now have a proper boar shape, according to her.

I expect you agree with all that.

Auntie Doris was very taken with Roscoe. She thinks he’s smart. He might be part Dalmatian as he has a spot in the right place on his head, and he also has some Sheltie in him. She also says he has one blue eye and one brown one, which is why Mummy has been thinking his eyes aren’t the same shape. His brown eye is the one in his ginger patch and the blue eye is the one on the white side.

Neville is mainly Peruvian, probably with some Abyssinian as he has too many coronets. And Biggles is definitely descended from a Rex. That means I’m definitely descended from a Rex too, as we are litter brothers. Rex means king, so as I thought, we are royalty.

We had nice cuddles with Auntie Doris and Uncle Bob as you can see here. I liked Uncle Bob’s beard. I like Uncle Bob and Auntie Doris very much and I hope they come back again soon.

I’m totally adorable!

I am smart, good-looking, will cuddle up to you if you need me, and I’m totally adorable.

Bertie
Bertie

So why does Mummy say I’m a monster?

Okay, that Roscoe told tales about me fighting him a few weeks ago.

Biggles in his run

And when I sneaked into Bertie’s run while Mummy was snoozing on Friday evening, well, it was his own fault we got into a fight.  It was nothing to do with me. Why he was hiding in his tent, crying, when Mummy woke up, I have no idea.  He’s a big baby.  I was just in his tunnel, making sure next door’s cat didn’t intrude on our territory.

Apparently, apart from lots of patches where his hair has been pulled out, Biggles has a big bite on his back. Mummy’s put him straight onto Roscoe’s medicine before my germs can get nasty.  MY germs?  I reckon they’re Biggles’ germs.  Or Roscoe’s even, leaving them lying around wherever he’s been.  He goes everywhere, that chap. AND he’s been eating the bottom of the hay bag so the hay drops onto the floor.  That’s quite clever, actually.  I wish I’d thought of that.

But I don’t do things like eat hay bags.  I’m a good boy.  I’m totally adorable!

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