The garden run has been taken in

The report from downstairs is that Mummy has brought the garden run panels in. The small ones live in a canvas bag under the table, and I can confirm the bag is full of the run panels. The large ones are packed in the cardboard boxes. I can’t tell whether the boxes are full or not, but I expect that Biggles and Oscar are right.

September in the garden

It’s sad that we won’t be going out in the garden again until spring. We had a couple of afternoons out last week, because it was warm and sunny, and not too damp. Midge and I made friends with Roscoe and Neville, who are really nice chaps.Maybe if there are some really sunny dry days Mummy will put a small run out for the deserving few. But I suppose it’s only just over two months till the winter solstice, and we have to get used to it.

Mummy seems to be trying to give us extra floor time to make up for it, but she sometimes doesn’t remember, or she’s too busy with other things. Or it’s just too late when she comes in. Never mind, we still get pickings of grass every now and then, and readigrass most other days. I like readigrass. I don’t think Bertie’s decided whether he likes it or not. He’s a funny boy, that one.

Percy's lump

I’m finally going into hospital on Wednesday to have my lump done. Mummy says I’ll just have a nice deep sleep while Dr Sally finds out what’s going on inside the lump, and she’ll either sort it out if she can, or leave it if she can’t. I’ll probably have a sore cheek when I wake up, and the nurses will look after me until Mummy brings me home. I might feel a bit poorly for a while. It’s just to be expected. She’ll be looking after me and giving me tubefood if I can’t eat easily on my own. And she might put me in the small cage on my own so to keep the operation site cleaner, and not disturb Midge so much when I get my extra feeds. I’m glad I’m going to have something done to it. It’s a bit of a nuisance. I hope Dr Sally can fix it.  But if I have to have a lot of fuss afterwards, I’m glad Mummy waited so that I had a nice quiet summer out on the grass.

I’ll let Bertie tell you how the operation went next week. Although Mummy might tell you as well.

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Mr Percy being weighed on the scales

Lots of rain, and wind, and noises

I’m sure we went out once this week.  I can’t remember which day but it was a long time ago. Percy here, by the way. I’m afraid Bertie and I are both having trouble thinking of something new and interesting to tell you.

It’s not that we have a boring life.  It’s a very satisfying one, in nearly every respect.  We look forward to grass time, which usually coincides with Mummy coming home.  A couple of days this week she came home and said it was nearly dry enough to go out on the grass, and then it rained again.  She even went out in the rain all day herself.  She said it was for a competition. And then she was going to theatre in the evening. I’ve not discovered what theatre is yet.

A couple of days and nights it was very windy.  We heard one of the branches come off the tree outside.  There was also a big thunderstorm which made the windows rattle, and little ice things banging against the window.  Very noisy.

Mr Percy pig eating leaves

We did go to see Dr Sally again this week, just me and Mummy.  They talked about me as usual.  Dr Sally looked at my lump and looked inside my mouth, and agreed with me that it isn’t related to my teeth.  Mummy has noticed I sometimes get things stuck on that side and have to move my head around while I try to move it on with my tongue, but I usually manage after a couple of tries.  They mostly talked about my ‘quality of life’ and whether having some slight discomfort was better than risking disability with an operation. Dr Sally is worried what she might find hiding in my jaw muscle. She says she’ll either sew it up again or take as much as she can out then sew it up. But because Mummy is so busy, and there’s no hurry, they set a date when Mummy will be able to take good care of me afterwards, even if I need feeding every two hours or something. That seems to be in a month’s time.

Mummy gives me a little feed every morning now, and I have to say, it’s really nice.  It improves my quality of life no end, because it’s very tasty.  It’s Emeraid with Nutrimed, and it helps my well-being as well as giving me easily digestible nutrients. I read the labels. If I have to be fed every two hours with that I won’t object at all.

Neville with his back to the camera

Neville had his hair cut yesterday, just around his bottom to help him keep it clean.  Mummy said he seems to have plenty of experience of hair trimming.  Not like Dylan who couldn’t bear Mummy cutting his bottom hair.  Neville looked very smart this morning.  They are a nice couple of chaps.  I like them, him and Roscoe.

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Mummy’s going out again

I suppose I’ve got used to Mummy going out now.

When she comes in again we usually go out in the garden.  Not when the sky’s been making funny noises and dropping water everywhere. That happened yesterday when she was out.  She still seemed happy when she came back.

This morning she went out without giving us cuddles and cleaning again.  She did that Saturday, too.  She had to go to early golf, but she said she’d clean us out when she came back.  And we’d go out in the garden.  She was wearing her golf clothes both days.  I don’t know why she has to play so early she misses out on our cuddles.

Apparently Midge now weighs 1.68 kg.  That’s a new record for any pig in our house.  The previous record was held by Percy at 1.64.  Mummy’s going to take him to the vet tomorrow to make sure it’s only appetite, not something heavy growing in him.  She’s going to take Percy for his lump to be measured, and Oscar because he doesn’t weigh enough and his results should be through.  I don’t understand what that means, but apparently you do.  And she has to pick up lots of extra feeds for pigs with special dietary needs.  I guess you understand that, too.

I weigh over 1 kg now.  Biggles weighs more than me. We’re both quite big now, nearly as big as Oscar.

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…

Percy

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.

Percy's cheek
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!