We posed for some photos to brighten your #guineapigappreciationday. Mam has put all her Princelings book on special offer for guinea pig lovers everywhere. See why here.
Mam’s put me back with Neville again, so I’m happy.
Way-aye, Roscoe here, as usual.
Sorry about the late start today. We had an exhausting day yesterday.
It was Mam’s birthday. so of course we had to celebrate it with her. This wasn’t easy because several other people came over during the day, and they mostly sat in the garden, keeping two people-distances apart, chatting and having tea and sandwiches. Then when the kids arrived, we had to go out and see them too.
It wasn’t too bad. Seren decided not to have jelly and icecream that Mam had made, but she wanted to pet me. Well, she’s a bit heavy handed at the moment. At one stage Mam showed her how by stroking her hair, then she was much better.
She also fed us grass, but kept taking it away again. I think she thought I’d bite her finger. I wouldn’t do that, only if I didn’t know where her finger was. And when she moves it, that might happen. Mam noticed and suggested she hold it out flat on her hand and let me eat it, ‘like with horses’ Mam said. Well, if that’s what horses do, it works for us, too.
Anyway, after everyone had gone, Mam let us stay out on the grass for a bit longer, while she had a nap. It was quite a long nap, but we forgave her, and we were fine in our run, tents and tunnels. The grass was nice, too.
Then Mam spent quite a long time on the computer talking to Auntie Sophie, who sent her some pictures of lovely looking chaps. Bit too much competition for me, I think, but the Sheltie and his mate the ginger one with the white hat looked nice. Mind you, the pink-eyed whites looked nice as well. Auntie Sophie said they were very clever. More competition.
But Mam eventually decided that it really was too much for her to drive up and back in one day, and to do it by train means going through London, and that’s an avirus place, so she’s not going there. And even more important, she really wants to get to know the guinea pig people near here, so she has her ‘support group’ whatever that is. So she’s going to email them again to see how things stand.
It would be nice to get that other run filled with some new friends. Then again, we can’t go on holiday to a cottage somewhere once there’s more than four of us. Although… Mam did used to say ‘more than two cages worth,’ and we’ve been in three for ages. Maybe she’ll change her mind.
So that’s this week’s news, and an explanation of why I’m late posting. Oh, I didn’t really explain that, did I? Yes, couldn’t get on the machine last night, because Mam was talking to Auntie Sophie, and this morning… well, we’re all still exhausted.
See you next week
Way-aye, Roscoe here.
Today I’m in Bertie’s old run. I’ve been here since Thursday morning, when the man came to do the walls again. On Tuesday Mam put me into Biggles’ run, and put Biggles in with Neville, when she brought us in from the garden. She told me off for fighting with Neville.
I wasn’t fighting with him, I was just telling him to get out of the tent because I wanted it. He was fighting me because he didn’t want to move. He always does this. Every time I’m wanting to sit somewhere in particular, he’s there, hogging it. I’m fed up with it. So I don’t know why Mam blames me. Anyway, she put me in the run on my own, and actually, I quite like it.
I do sometimes miss cuddling up to Nev. I lay beside his run the other day, thinking he might come and chat, but he went to the other end. I don’t know why he doesn’t want to chat. Same reason he didn’t want to move, I suppose.
He’ll come around to my way of thinking in the end, and then he’ll want to sit beside me all the time. Then Mam will see we want to be together, and we’ll probably change runs again.
Mam’s thinking of changing the runs because she likes the new wall and doesn’t want to hide it any more. I like the new wall too. It’s a lovely blue colour.
Instead of the way Biggles’ old run was, she says she could make a three-panel run in line with the four panel one, stretching right along the room, and then either have the two shelves as an L shape, or put one of them somewhere else. She says it will be less crowded when the desk is finally put back together.
She’s thinking about changing the door as well.
That’s our Mam. Always thinking.
I think I’ll chat to you next week. We’ll be out of mourning for Bertie then. This is the seventh week since he died. It’s a long time. But it doesn’t seem long at all, too. Time is funny, but other people have said that on here, too.
See you next time
Way-aye, Roscoe here again.
I know I was going to tell you about Mam and her icecream, but I have more interesting news this week.
Our room is being decorated!
One of Mam’s other rooms is also being decorated. The man who came to fix Mam’s ceiling when we were in the front room has come back again, this time to make the middle room all beautiful. And while he was here he did the same to our back wall.
Mam spent all evening Monday and all day Tuesday moving boxes from the middle room and the shelves in our room. Some went into the summerhouse at the back, but most went into the living room. Wednesday morning we could hardly get in it for our cuddle! Mind you, also on Wednesday, Mam overslept, and was in the shower when the man came! She let him in, then went back to get dry, and dressed. That day we had our cuddles very late, but we still got them.
Thursday and Friday the man came again, but Mam had to go out with her car on Friday, so she was even earlier and didnt get time to cuddle us properly. We only had two pieces of cucumber and then we were on the floor for our run. And ten minutes later we were back in our houses, which she’d cleaned already.
Only Biggles went into the other run, Bertie’s one, which has been empty of course. Mam and the man moved the shelves out of our room into the one he’d been working on, and then he started working on our wall, turning it from white to dark brown. Then it dried a bit, and it’s light brown now. Mam came and looked at it when she got back with the car and said it was fine. I hope it’s not staying that colour, Mam?
No, it’s not. It’s just drying out, then the man will be back this coming week to give it some undercoats, and she’ll finish painting it next weekend. She says she hopes we’ll like the colour, but it’ll mostly be hidden by the things on the shelves anyway.
And when she finishes painting the other room, the house will be finished!
Except for the repairs to the roof hips. And putting her desk back together. And the new oven to replace the one that doesn’t work.
But all the decorating will be done and Mam can unpack all the rest of the boxes, and anything that she doesn’t have room for wlll be stored in the summer house. Or get thrown out!
That’ll be good. I’ve noticed that Mam gets anxious when she’s surrounded by boxes. She’s been anxious all week. It’s not good for her.
And when the room’s all finished, she’ll be able to ask the lady at the rescue to do her checks so we can have some new friends here. Apparently, there’s one pair of ginger Abys (Elvis and Stevie); a pair with a long-hair and a short-hair ginger (Chas and Dave); and one with a long-hair ginger and a tricolour (Ginger and Guinea). And if the gingers aren’t right for us there’s a pair of black and white boys (Dennis and Franklin) who nobody seems to want. Mam’s had a lot of black and white boys. I get the impression she’d prefer ginger. You can see pictures of all of these except the ginger Abys on the lower part of this page link.
See you next week, maybe with an answer!
Way-aye, Roscoe here. And it’ll be just me for a while, since Nev and Biggles don’t want to learn to blog. Sorry about that. I hope you don’t get bored with me.
I must never say things seems settled again. There we were, all comfy like, with a nice routine, and then Bertie says “I’m going to stay in my tunnel today.” Then he says “I’m feeling funny.” And Mam takes him to the vet two days in a row, and on the third day he goes over the Rainbow Bridge.
He was only three. Mam says that’s no age at all. She sits with us and tells us things, most of which I don’t understand. I know she’s fretting that she should have realised Bertie was ill sooner, but really, Mam, he wasn’t. Tuesday he was out on the grass with the rest of us, enjoying himself. Wednesday he was a little subdued, but we thought he was just having a tummy upset.
Trouble is, as Auntie Sophie said, he packed an awful lot of character into that little body. Always getting into things he shouldn’t be doing, winding me up so I go with him. I really miss our little excursions down the hallway and into the front room. And everything else we got up to. It wasn’t much fun sitting in among the tents in their storage area yesterday morning, although I suppose I’ll keep doing it, cos it’s nice.
Anyway. Mam says we’ll be in mourning for the next seven weeks, as is right and proper. I’m glad she knows our traditional customs. Seven weeks is the same length of time since we moved in properly, and all Mam’s furniture arrived. It’ll go quick, Mam, don’t you worry.
I wish I could say Bertie will be back with you next week, but he won’t. It’s just me from now on.
Keep safe and don’t go out catching anything.