Boggles in the hay

Biggles’ first post

Hello, I’m Biggles.

Roscoe said to tell you anything important that happened last week. That’s a good idea.

First off, Ludo and I had a misunderstanding.

It was quite a difficult misunderstanding because he tried to bite and kick me, and chase me away.

Mummy let us all mix together, under her supervision, of course. We had sat together so nicely on Sunday for our photos, she thought she’d try letting Ludo and Locksley meet with us on the floor in the morning.

I was in the box when Locksley came in and found me. We were just chatting when Ludo arrived. I think he thought Locksley was in danger from me, because he leapt on me and we had a bit of a scuffle. Mummy was right above us, so she got us sorted out pretty quick, but she picked me up and put me back in my run.

It wasn’t my fault, and she told me so, and she picked me up again and cuddled me and checked me all over. But Ludo hadn’t actually hurt me, just my feelings.

Ludo and Locksley

Mummy obviously decided they weren’t yet ready for free time with us, as she hasn’t let them out with us since. But she asked me to try to get to know Ludo a bit better. He doesn’t know much about meeting other guinea pigs.

When she changed our beds on Friday, she swapped Ludo & Locksley into the space next to me, and sent Roscoe and Neville to the end by the blue wall. I haven’t said much to them yet, but it all seems to be working fine at present.

So, that was that.

The second thing: Mummy went out when it was getting dark on Friday, and came back late, with a patch over her eye. Auntie Anne was with her, but I don’t think she did it. Mummy said she had been to the human vet to make her eye better. She hasn’t got the patch on now, so I think she’s better already. She keeps wearing different glasses though, and she puts the patch back on at night.

That’s enough for today, I think. I hope you liked my first post.

Love

Biggles

Ludo and Locksley

I’m Fine and Locksley’s Grown

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

I went to see Dr Mark last week. He checked me all over, personal like, and concluded I was fine. Just getting a bit older. And he let Mam know what the new maximum dose of Metacam is. I started getting 0.3 whatevers a few weeks ago, because Mam thought I needed it. According to Dr Mark I can have up to 0.5 whatevers a day. So Mam’s doing it right. Some days I feel more in need of it than others. Mam says she has the same problem but she gets Ibuprofen sometimes, not Metacam.

So that’s us. Now for the update on Locksley and Ludo.

First off, Locksley’s grown. Well, you know he’s growing, because he’s a baby and that’s what babies do. But he’s now a young guinea pig, not a baby guinea pig. It’s quite a difference. He’s hit the 600 gms mark on the scales, which means him and Ludo together now weigh more than me. For weeks they weighed less than me. I’ve stayed the same. Ludo’s put on a little weight, Locksley’s more than doubled.

But he’s also doubled in size. Look at this!

I know it’s not easy to see him, but he has a white thumb-like mark on his right shoulder, so you can get your bearings okay. Locksley’s not far off being the same size as Ludo!

Mam says she has a lot of trouble seeing him, even when he’s in the run. He’s like a shadow, she says. And he’s got very fluffy hair, not really like a Rex, like Biggles. She says it’s more like the soft hair Victor had on his back. Maybe he’s going to be an Abby? He’s probably old enough to show longer hair if he was going to be like Neville, though. Mam had a look back at Dylan and Dougall’s baby pics and theirs was already sticking up above their ears when they were three months.

He’s turning into an attractive young man, and he’s quite well mannered, considering. Mam took the second panel away from our run yesterday, because he’s too big to poke his head through now. It was clever what she did, just attached another panel with wire on our side, so we didn’t chew it like they might have done. But it’s wired to the other panel on the left, to offset it, and make the bar come between the other two bars on the one behind. Oh, this photo will probably explain it all much better.

Double panel to reduce risk to Locksley

So, that’s gone and we’re back to normal now. I can have better chats to Locksley and give him proper Uncle Guidance. Ludo seems to be quite willing to say hello, but never has anything else to say for himself. I think he’s been through a very bad experience, with no-one to keep him company. Nev and I had each other, of course.

Mam says he enjoys his cuddles, and is quite relaxed when he’s with her. He’s just nuts about hiding from her if he’s in the run. He’s beginning to get used to Mam sitting next to him and reading, but he shoots for cover any time she moves.

None of us had any trouble with the firework things this week though. They happened every night from last weekend to this, starting around 5 pm, and mostly stopping around 10.30. But it’s not as noisy as the builders. We can cope, Mam 🙂

Have a good week

love

Roscoe xxxxx

Neville and Roscoe post-bath

Neville went to the vet

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

Yes, our Nev went to the vet yesterday. The local vet, to check his teeth, that is.

Mam says his back teeth definitely meet at the front because she can feel them. Nev says she put her finger in his mouth and he was so surprised he closed it. He hopes he didn’t hurt her. I think she’d have said something if you did, mate.

She said Ow.

Oh well, maybe you hurt her a little bit, but at least she knows where your teeth have got to.

Anyway, the vet looked at Nev’s mouth but said he had too much food in it. He hadn’t had anything for four hours and was starving! Maybe he ate some tasty poos in desperation. Mam talked to her about washing out techniques, but the vet was worried about things going down the wrong way, or something.

Anyway, we’re hoping to hear about going to another vet today, the one in Andover, because our local vet is happy to refer Neville to the expert there.

Not that Nev is in desperate need. He is managing very well with the new smaller pellets Mam is giving him (the ones baby Locksley needs). Mam’s also cutting his veg up nice and neat in sticks which are easy for him to eat. Easy for me too, so she’s given up and all our food comes served that way — ‘julienne’ is the technical term.

Nev was losing weight about two weeks ago, but he’s back to normal with the different pellets and food sticks.

Locksley is not back to normal – he’s nearly doubled in size! Ludo has also put on weight, and Mam says he’s feeling podgy. He may still do some growing, but she’s going to watch his food intake, all the same. He’s still as scared as ever, although Mam is very patient with him. He’s taking more time to look at us through the cage bars, though he still doesn’t say anything. I think he’s getting a bit more settled, though.

Mam says the fireworks season is nearly upon us. And judging from New Year, this area is very noisy with its fireworks. Sigh. People.

More news next week

Roscoe xxxxx

Under the weather?

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

I’ve been feeling under the weather for a few weeks now. It’s a funny saying, isn’t it? But it’s just right for how I feel. When it’s sunny I feel a bit brighter, happier, wanting to get out and about. Although Mam has been saying it’s too cold to go out and the sunshine is misleading.

You know I went to see Dr Mark at the end of August. Mam was wondering about taking me back, but I told her I feel just the same, just tireder. And the tubejuice she gives me is great. I think she knows that, because I lick the tube clean for her after she’s given it to me.

So she’s not planning to take me to see him again as far as I know.

She’s been wondering what to do about Neville though. She tried to trim his teeth the other day but couldn’t see them properly. I know she wants him to have them trimmed because his forward molars have grown too long. It makes it difficult for him to eat. He’s much slower eating, anyway, so I get to all the best bits before he can, which Mam says is not fair.

Her phone beeped late last night after she’d gone to bed, and this morning she said “it’s from Vedra, boys, with a person to phone about teeth.”

So she’s found someone not too far away to take Nev to have his teeth trimmed. I’m not sure where yet, or when, as she had to leave a message for her. But I’ll tell you as soon as I know.

Nev was a little light when she weighed us this weekend. But not too bad. He lost what Locksley had put on. Locksley is growing! He’s half as big again as what he was when he arrived. Well, that was over four weeks ago. Babies do that, grow, you know. He weighs 450gms now. That’s about 1000 less than me. So he’s a third of my size.

I chat to them both through the end panel now. Ludo is getting curious, which is good. He’s taking cucumber from Mam, too. And after we’ve gone in after our run, Mam’s been letting them have a free run, too. Apparently they’ve learnt about coming into the tent to go back. They saw us do it once, and they caught on immediately.

With brains like that, they’ll be part of the family in no time.

See you next week. Hopefully we’ll all be feeling better and the sun will shine a bit.

Love

Roscoe xxxxx

PS Mam says we star in her short story on her blog this week – on Wednesday.

They’re funny chaps. Very shy.

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

Ludo and Locksley have been here over a week now. They’re funny chaps. They’ve spent most of their time in their tunnel, only coming out to eat.

Well, Locksley zooms around every now and then, and if Ludo’s out eating sometimes he popcorns, which is something I gave up long ago. I think it means he’s happy in his new place, but he doesnt talk to me, or anyone else, so how are we to know?

At first Mam put them in their carry box when she cleaned their cage in the morning, but this weekend that changed. She put out a few of our garden run panels and made a small run for them, big enough to have the hay box in and run around it. The first day we each went over, but they ran away, so yesterday I didnt bother. Biggles went over again, but he didnt say anything to them, just stood an looked. Maybe he’s right. Maybe they just need to get used to us, and realise we aren’t going to hurt them.

They usually come out into their run in the evening. If Mam’s at her computer, they’ve got used to that, but at first if she even turned to look at them they’d run and hide. Now Mam can turn on her chair and they’ll continue whatever they were doing. If she stands up, mostly they run, although Ludo didn’t actually run until she took a step towards the door yesterday. So he’s getting used to what goes on here.

As for the rest of us, we’re fine. The weather’s been wet, and it’s been very cloudy. We had the light on in the morning as well as the evening yesterday.

I’ve been feeling a bit rough, but Mam gives me some nice medicine in the mornings which makes me feel better all day. Then there’s our biscuits. It used to be just me that got them, but Neville and Biggles do too, now. We love those. They really make me feel young again. At biscuit time Mam has some other biscuits for the Ls. She says they don’t need our biscuits, but they should get a treat when we do. Not that they take them from her yet. Ludo doesn’t even eat cucumber in the mornings yet. Locksley takes it from her hand at cuddle time now. Mam says Ludo will come around in his own good time.

I haven’t got any new photos today, sorry. It’s been a bit dark.

See you next time

Love, Roscoe xxxxx

Mam’s making hay!

Way-aye, Roscoe here as usual.

Well, after that quiet (boring) week, this was right eventful!

First off Mam had some friends round and they said hello to us, then went for a walk. Then later that day Mam went down the steps from our grass to look at the bottom grass. We heard her say “Ow, ow, ow!” and a few other things, and she came back and sat down next to us. After a bit she got up and said, “Well, that was lucky, chaps.” She limped back into the house. Then she limped back and got us and put us in, and said her ankle was hurting more now, and maybe she’d better sit down.

Well, next time we saw her, at supper time, she had a big white bandage on her ankle. She wasn’t limping, but she was hobbling, holding onto the door, or the furniture, or just the wall for support. :O

Mam's bandaged foot

She told us she’d hurt her ankle (we could see that) and she’s put ice on it in the other room, and resting it. Later on she went to bed but we could see that she turned her light on a few times in the night, so I think it was hurting her.

Next day she went out and saw some horses! She said it wasn’t hurting so much, and she didn’t need to use it to drive, and she took a stick with her to lean on.

Apparently this is Elgin, all dressed up in his fly-protection outfit

Well, I was surprised, and I think she was too, because she told us later it had hurt a lot in the night, but provided she stepped carefully, it didn’t hurt much to walk on. She said she’d been very lucky. Next day I heard her leave a message for the gardener chap who’d made our grass nice, asking him to come and give her a quote for new steps.

I have to say, the service while Mam’s had a bad foot has been impeccable. Nothing’s got in the way of our cuddles, food, treats, and grass time. Yesterday she stopped wearing the ankle bandage. She said she would strap it up if she was going walking, just to give it side support. She has been resting a lot when she wasn’t out, though. She’s read a couple of books while sitting next to us in the garden, although it did rain one day, and then she sat at her desk all day.

But we still haven’t heard about the new chaps. Mam’s disappointed, I think, but then again, it was easier only having three of us when she was lame.

I’m disappointed too. I’m looking forward to meeting some new people. Maybe it’ll stop Biggles being snarky, too. He gets annoyed when I have private conversations with Neville. Especially out in the garden when we’re discussing who’s using the tent. Or eating that nice Bird’s Foot Trefoil with the yellow flowers.

But anyway, Mam went and cut some of the grass at the bottom of the garden yesterday, long and medium bits like she usually gives us when we can’t go outside. But this time she’s laid it out in the open air to dry, which should turn it into hay. She says she hopes she gets it right this time, because last time she tried it, nobody would eat any of it.

Well, I’ll give it a go, Mam. It can’t be that hard to make hay, surely?

See you next time, and I’ll hopefully have photos of Mam’s hay.

love

Roscoe xxx