Percy

Update on my lump – I’m fine

You remember I went to the vet doctor and had a snooze so that Dr Sally could check out my lump?  I told you about that here…

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Well, I went back to be checked up on Wednesday last week.  Dr Sally told Mummy what the lab had said, which was it probably wasn’t an abscess, although it might be, and it didn’t seem to be anything else from what she’d sent them.  So after a long discussion (they took a-g-e-s) they agreed to do nothing.

I’m really glad.  I don’t need any medicine, and I’m fine with it.  It doesn’t hurt or get in the way and although Mummy feels it from the outside with her fingers, I reckon it’s just the same.  It appeared.  It might disappear.  Who knows?

While I was there Mummy put me on the floor so I could show Dr Sally I wasn’t moving properly.  It was fun down there, although there was a shiny box which seemed to have a black guinea pig on the other side of it.  I couldn’t smell or hear him, so I went away, and he did too.  I think they decided I was walking okay, because Dr Sally bent down to pick me up, so I ran away, and Mummy put my snugglesac down and I went into it.  Dr Sally laughed but I don’t know why.

Oscar went to be checked up as well.  He has a heart that skips a beat every now and then.  They had a long talk about whether this was what was making him lose weight.  Finally they decided to check out his poos to see if they had something odd in them.  They don’t have to send him to sleep to get those, Mummy just filled the little bottle with them the next morning.

So we’re both fine, and Mummy is just being Mummy.  She’s fine too.

We’ve been going out for a while most evenings this week, after Mummy gets back from golf.  She does a lot of that at the moment.

No fuss needed!

You may have seen on our Facebook page that I’ve got a lump on my cheek, and I’ve been to the vet a couple of times.

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You can see Percy’s lump on his left cheek here

Last time I stayed with Dr Sally a while and had a snooze.  When I woke up Mummy came to fetch me. I felt a little funny but I’m back to normal now.  Apparently I had an xRay which showed nothing much, although my tooth roots might be starting to grow the wrong way.  Dr Sally also took a sample of my lump.  Mummy relayed the message she left on Mummy’s phone to me, and she said: It’s a lump, not an abscess, and it might be pre-diagnostic.  Mummy says that means they can’t quite tell what it is yet.

So I’m having to keep taking the horrible medicine that Mummy gives me twice a day.  She tries to disguise the taste with apple juice, so it could be worse.  She puts the pro-biotic in with the apple juice too.  Then when I’ve had my two tubes of that, Mummy usually give me cucumber, which takes the taste away completely.  And, don’t tell Midge, in the evening she gives me my meds and cucumber downstairs, then hands out the evening cucumber and gives me another slice at the same time she gives Midge his.

Midge and I are having a special diet food on top of our normal pellets, and Mummy’s pleased because Midge has lost weight and I’ve settled at the mid 1500s instead of the mid 1600s which was too much.  We still get our diet food though.  It’s quite tasty.

But really, Mummy shouldn’t make such a fuss about me, because I’m perfectly okay.  I like the extra cuddles, though!

J for Joint Support #AtoZChallenge

img_3706Hi, Kevin here.  We’re into the second week of the A to Z Challenge, and in case you’re just visiting, I’m a six year old ginger and white guinea pig.  This blog was started by Fred and George, Mummy’s very first guinea pigs.  She writes books about them too.

Our A to Z Challenge theme is “Our Favourite Things”


jJ for Joint Support tabs

Here I am with an empty bottle of my Joint Support tabs.  They are like mini-haycakes specially formulated for elderly companion animals. Despite that, they are really yummy.

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Mummy’s been giving me one of these a day since I started being a little creaky in my joints.  I think it was after Colman moved on, and he was the first piggy to have them here.  It’s especially for something called Arthur-itis, which makes me feel a bit stiff.  When I take these, though, I feel really good, and I go up and down my ramp much more easily.  Actually I started finding it more difficult last year so Mummy put it on a box, which means I can go up onto the box and then the ramp is shallower.  And I still get my Joint Support tab after cuddle time each morning.

I wait for it when I get back in my run, and then stretch up to get it.  Mummy tried to get a photo of me standing up on my hind legs, but I sat down too quickly.  Even with the tabs I can’t do that for long these days.

Colman used to have his tab softened in some water for a few minutes before he ate it.  He used to do that with his pellets by himself – pellets, then water, then pellets, then water…  I thought he was silly, but after my front tooth broke last November (it grew back in a few days) Mummy started softening my tabs too.  they’re just as good – even more so, really, since they are easier to bite.

It says on the bottle

“Natural Science Joint Support is designed to support the joint health of your pet. Glucosamine supports cartilage health. Ginger root and turmeric support the body’s normal response to inflammation. Yucca is anti-oxidative and supports a normal anti-inflammatory in pets.”

I don’t know what it means, but after Colman started taking them, Mummy said maybe she should start taking them for her joints too.  The ones I have are for “Rabbits, Guinea Pigs, Chinchillas and other small animals.”  I expect they do them for Mummies, too.

Kevin with Colman
Kevin (age 5) with Colman (age 7)

Tomorrow – the letter K.  Guess what that stands for!

I’m feeling tired

Well, I have been feeling tired.  I’m not so tired today.

Mummy noticed I was looking a bit fluffy, which sometimes mean I’m not well, but really it was just I felt tired, and a little uncomfortable, but I think it’s only old age.  I’m six and a half, you know, which is 90 in human terms.  I have meds for my arthritis in the mornings, one is called glucosamine, for joints, and the other is called metacam, for pain relief.  They work well and most of the time I feel fine.  And while I like my loft space, and do a lot of sleeping up there, it is a bit of a struggle to get up the ramp to it.

Mummy asked me whether I’d like to move to the flat part of the run full-time.  Well, I would, and I wouldn’t.  I like the view from the loft.  But I liked being able to move around freely when I was in the other run – that was when Colman was alive and fit.  When he stopped going up into the loft Mummy swapped us over.  He had the same meds as I do now.  Actually, I’m older than he was when he stopped using the loft.

I don’t know whether I want to change to the other run or not.  I’ll let Mummy decide.

Next week we’ve got a special post for the A to Z Challenge.  I’ve done nearly all my posts for it.  Percy and I shared them out.  I expect he’ll tell you all about it.

The dentist visited us

We had a visit from the guinea pig dentists on Thursday.  Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry were coming to see Mummy and they brought their dentist kit.  They were trained by the Cambridge Cavy Trust to do our teeth without anaesthetic, which the vets don’t like, apparently, but it was okay and soon done, and we didn’t have to be in our boxes to be driven anywhere (especially to the noisy vets with all those barking, yelping and crying dogs).

First to be done were Midge and Kevin.  Midge has had comments about his teeth on both his last vet visits, but they were comments about the opposite sides of his mouth, so Mummy knew something was self-correcting.  Apparently his teeth were a little long, and had mostly done too much wearing away of the top ones, so they’ve been adjusted to get them better balanced.

Kevin was very glad not to be driven to see them.  He’s been to see them a couple of times and he says it’s a LONG way.  Mummy says it’s not as far as the Cambridge Cavy Trust, which is where George had to go, and George used to get car sick.  Poor George.  I don’t mind going in the car.  I’ve only done short journeys though.

Kevin’s teeth were more or less fine, but he fussed a bit about having them done, until he realised Auntie Shirley wasn’t going to let him go.  His front teeth are fine again, too.

Oscar’s teeth were one of the things Mummy wanted checked because he’s not been eating hay and he’s been drinking a lot and losing weight.  Uncle Barry said he had very long front molars, but the back ones were fine, so maybe he couldn’t move the hay through to the back.  He sorted him out and when Oscar came back, he started eating the fresh hay Mummy gave us.  Then he went and sulked in the corner.

Then I had mine looked at and I didn’t like it at all.  I tried wriggling a lot and Auntie Shirley told me all the others had been very calm, and what was my problem?  Well, I didn’t like it, that was my problem.  But Uncle Barry took some sharp corners off the front of my molars and they do feel better now. So I suppose it was worth it.

Thank you, Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry, and thank you for treating Mummy to lunch and staying for tea and talking about books.  Books are good.

Lots of things happened!

Hi, Percy here.  Sorry I didn’t talk to you last week.  Maybe I slept through it.

This week’s been very busy (apart from when Mummy’s been out all day, when I sleep a lot).

Firstly, we’ve had some very interesting food that we don’t usually have.  There were long thin crispy things called bean sprouts mixed in with cut up peppers and carrots and cabbage.  Mummy said it was a packet of stir-fry vegetables from the shop that was going cheap.  It didn’t make any noises that I could hear, though.  I’m not keen on peppers, although I ate quite a few of the red ones.  I liked the sprouty things and the cabbage a lot, and of course I love carrot.  Mummy doesn’t let me have much carrot as she says it makes me fat.  Anyway, we also had half a piece of baby corn, which was delicious.  That’s only for treats, too.  And we had some fennel bits, which we do often get as a treat because Mummy loves it too, and we get the bits she trims off when she makes her dinners with it.

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Then Oscar got a new bed!  It’s red and bouncy and he really likes it.  I told Midge about it when we had floor time on Friday and he sniffed and looked cross.  When I asked why, he said “I didn’t like it.”  It turned out it was his Christmas present, but he didn’t like it so Mummy gave him back his tent which made him happy again.  Now he knows Oscar’s delighted with the red bed I think he’s feeling jealous.  Mummy can’t win with those two.

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The big news is that Kevin broke his tooth again.  It was only half broken, but Mummy spotted that it was also wider apart from the other one than it should have been.  Apparently Fred did that once, and she was really worried and took him to the vet, who gave him an xray to see what was going on, and he went to sleep forever.  Then when Mummy heard that he just had a bruise between his teeth, which caused a swelling, she was even more upset.  So when she saw Kevin’s, she knew he had a bruise as well as a break, and just waited for the swelling to go down, which it did the very next day.  And now the tooth has grown back too.

But Mummy did some thinking about why Kevin should have broken the same tooth again, since he only did it in November, and she decided he might be bumping into something like Fred did.  She’s moved his water bottle and dish and cage wear about so there’s something soft when he comes down and turns the corner from his loft.  She thinks he might have caught it on his bottle spout. He’s not entirely happy with the new layout, but he says it’s probably safer, and Mummy’s very wise.

She is, and she’s looking after us all, even Midge, who didn’t like his bed. Midge is a funny boy. I like him, though.

Mummy put stuff behind my ears

Percy here again!  Kevin had things to say the last two weeks, but I’m back now.

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I’ve been complaining to Mummy about the service recently.  She doesn’t give me the things I like most for breakfast.  Like carrots.  She said I was too heavy.  Then we had hay which didn’t taste good.  She took it away after a couple of days, but still.  Then she asked me why I wasn’t eating my food.  Well, I was too busy wheeking at you to tell you off, wasn’t I?  Anyway, on Saturday you made me show you my teeth to make sure I didn’t have something wrong.  No, I haven’t got anything wrong, I just want more carrots.  That’s why I’ve lost weight.  I know you thought I was too heavy, but now I’ve lost some weight, so I need my carrots.

Then she gave us all wet stuff behind my ears.  She said it was to stop us itching.  Well, I was a little itchy, but that wasn’t putting me off my food.  Oscar says she was scratching her wrist after cuddling us, so that’s why she knows someone has something on them they shouldn’t have.  Perhaps it came from that smelly hay, Mummy.

Anyway, she gave me some carrot yesterday and today.  And I’m not itching.  Maybe I was a little, but I’m not now.

Mummy does funny things sometimes.  Kevin says we all say that. Well, we’re right.

 

Colman and Mummy

Hi, Kevin here.  Perce and I had a discussion and we decided I’d write about Colman, because it’s a whole year since he left us.  And since Mummy’s done some funny things this week, we need to tell you about her, too.  But she hasn’t left us, let’s be straight about that.

Colman and I came to live with Mummy in 2012, and we’ve had a great time with her.  Colman was already nearly four when he arrived, and he celebrated his seventh birthday about a month before he went over the Rainbow Bridge.  This is one of our favourite pictures of him, although to be honest, we all look good with birthday cake!

Colman's 7th birthday 2015
Colman’s 7th birthday 2015

We had a great time together.  He was an amiable chap, with lots of funny stories, and he was the sort of guy you could rely on if you were in trouble.  He was also very  loyal, although he didn’t trust people until they’d proved themselves.  Once they had, he was true to them right to the end.  I wrote the whole story about how we came here last year, but I just thought you’d like to remember him, and what a good chap he was.  I bet he’s having fun over the Rainbow Bridge now.  Although I must admit, I wonder what happened to their peace and quiet once Dylan arrived :O

Now, what has Mummy been up to, I hear you ask.

She told us a couple of times last week that she’d be going out on Thursday and coming back later looking a bit funny, and she might not be able to give us a run or clean us out on Friday.  Well, it’s always good to have warning if something strange is going to happen, because we are creatures of habit.  Wake-up, cuddles (meds for me), clean-out, run around, breakfast, nap, hay, nap, lunch, head-scratch, nap, grass-time if we’re lucky, nap, supper, snuggle if we’re lucky, nap, cucumber, bedtime.  You get the picture.

Well, she went out as she said, and came back a while later looking a bit like a bee, with one huge eye.  She showed me closer and it was a plastic cover over her eye.  She said it was to stop her from scratching or rubbing it.  She’s been having trouble with it.  I know because I’ve seen her do funny things because she hasn’t been judging distances well.  Anyway, she had an operation on it and now it’s a lot better.  She says it’s getting better every day.  The good thing was, she could pick us up and give us our usual cuddle and run around on Friday, no problems at all.  So she must be fine really.

We’re very glad Mummy is fine.  We love you, Mummy.

Oscar’s on the hammock

I don’t know if I told you, but when Mummy gave me my nice new bed for Oscar & Midge’s birthday present, she gave Oscar the Hammock.  It was George’s hammock; he was given it by one of his fans.  I wasn’t sure how to use it, so Mummy gave it to Oscar.

George under the hammock
George under the hammock

At first he ignored it, although he occasionally put his front feet on it to talk to me through the bars.  Then he took to sleeping under it.  Mummy liked that, since apparently that’s what Fred and George did.

Oscar on the hammock

Last week Oscar started sitting on his hammock, and even lying on it.  He did what Dougall often did, though; he dropped his cucumber down the side and couldn’t find it until Mummy showed him where it had gone.  Dylan never dropped it down the side, so I’m told.

So now the hammock is occupied again, and I have my nice bed which Mummy puts a comfortable layer of hay on as she knows I like it that way.

And I’d say all’s well with the world, except Midge and Mummy both have slight tummy upsets.  Midge is on Cisapride.  I don’t know what Mummy’s on.  Maybe it’s been caused by watching the Olympics too late into the night.  It was nearly 4 am on Saturday, or rather Sunday morning. She said it was all the fault of Jess Ennis-Hill.  Mummy says funny things, sometimes.

We met Dr Sally last week!

Last Thursday morning we got loaded into the blue carry boxes. Then we were picked up and strapped in on the back seat of Mummy’s car.  I was in my nice snuggle sac. Oscar came in beside me.  We all set off which was funny, because I’ve been in a box in a car before, but I don’t remember much about it.  I was nervous, because something horrid has always happened before.  But I didn’t have Oscar with me before.  He said everything would be fine if I let him have my snuggle sac.  I wasn’t sure about this, so we had a slight argument about it, and we heard Mummy say something like ‘settle down, boys,’ so we did.  He was inside the snuggle sac and I wasn’t.

Me and my snuggle sac
Me and my snuggle sac

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