Garden party and good news

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We had our party on Tuesday and it was nice and sunny! Here are the photos of our new present, and the party itself.

Neville found a butterfly

Isn’t that a nice photo Mam got of Neville and the butterfly? Mam says it’s called a Red Admiral. Ahoy there, Red!

As you can tell, we had a good time. A grassy tunnel in the morning, to replace the one we’d eaten all the grass off long ago. Then in the afternoon, out in the not-too-hot sunshine, eating cake and wandering around the grass. The cake is made of mashed pellets, with added thyme and oregano, and decorated with cucumber pieces. It’s yummy!

Mam said she’s not used to making just one cake, and she automatically made enough for two. She’s put the other one in the freezer. She doesn’t know if pigs can eat defrosted pellet cake, but still.

Altogether it’s been a good week. Some nights we couldn’t sleep for the wind in the trees, and the rain on the roof, and neither could Mam.

A man came to fix the doors on the summerhouse, because they were collapsing. He didn’t mind working outside in all the winds we had. He made lots of nasty noises with something called a sander, or a saw. But the doors won’t break completely now; Mam said they were falling to pieces.

Mam put us out for a bit on Saturday before he left. It was still windy, but it had stopped raining and the ground was dry. And we inspected the doors and they look great!

But the really good news is that Mam spoke to Auntie Anna, who’s the new Sophie, and sorted out something that was a Misunderstanding. So Auntie Anna is visiting later this week, and then Mam can go over and select her new piggies! We can’t wait, but then, neither can Mam. And yet we’ve been waiting for months. Three and a half months, to be exact, since Bertie died. We miss him.

See you next week. And thank you for the extra questions. I’ll use them later when the news gets slow again. Keep them coming!

love

Roscoe xxx

We’re having a party!

Way-aye, Roscoe here again. Some good news for a change. It’s not my teeth, and we’re having a party.

Teeth? Yes, Mam thought I might be under the weather because my teeth were bad. She put her little finger in my mouth to feel them and said she thought the top ones were touching. I didn’t know what she meant. I realised yesterday when she put me in that straitjacket thing again, and put the horrid wires in my mouth, that she meant she wanted to look at my teeth and clip them if necessary. Well, she discovered my top teeth were so far apart she hadn’t felt both of them! And the bottom ones are fine too. So although my top front teeth are getting a little long, she says it’s not worth worrying at present.

So that’s good!

George Fred lavender cucumber birthday
George and Fred with cucumber & lavender birthday cake

Party time! We’re having a party tomorrow or Wednesday if it’s too wet. Mam says it is supposed to be wet again tomorrow but that might change.

Seems to me that every time she says what tomorrow’s going to do it’s always better, or worse, but never just like she says it. That hot weather finally stopped on Wednesday, and we had a thunderstorm. It wasn’t a really flashy, noisy one, although it did rumble a lot. Since then it’s been cooler and wet. Mam’s been out in the garden doing things whenever it’s not actually raining. She brought us some long wet grass on Saturday, which was disgusting. I think she got the message.

The Party!! Yes, the party is because it’s three years since Nev and I came down from Newcastle. Well, to Norfolk, not to here. I have to say, we like living with Mam. She doesn’t always get it right, but she tries. And we’re having a party because nobody knows when our birthdays are, not even us. And Biggles gets a party on his birthday.

Biggles leads Neville to his own cake

Mam seemed sad a lot last week, and she said she missed Bertie, and the longer we have an empty run, the more she misses him. The only answer is for the new piggies to come, and she doesn’t know why the rescue lady hasn’t let her have them yet.

I don’t know either, but I’m glad Mam is working on it. I miss having Bertie too. We need that run filled up with some new piggies. I want company!

Thank you for your questions. I’m hoping Mollie and Auntie Tori might think of some this week, and anyone else is welcome to give more. Auntie Noelle’s question is hard to answer because we’re all very quiet really, we chat to Mam, but don’t need to yell for food or anything rude like that. She’s very attentive to our needs. And she knows when we’re Looking at her, too!

See you nect week

love

Roscoe xxx

Roscoe rests after his run

Nothing’s happened

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

Nothing happened last week.

Well, it rained a bit, then we went out the next day when it was dry, but it wasn’t too hot, so that was nice. Same old, same old. It rained today, too.

Mam said I hadn’t posted and I said there was nothing to say.

She agreed, but suggested I post something anyway, because you might worry. Especially as I’d had that medicine last week. I didn’t really need it, but it was nice anyway. Mam says sometimes her aches and pains are like that. Something and nothing.

So, we’re all fine, and nothing’s happened. Maybe this week will be more exciting.

love

Roscoe xxx

We’re all exhausted!

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.

Roscoe on the grass

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

love

Roscoe xxx