neville and roscoe have their hair dried

Neville and I had a bath

Way-aye, it’s me, Roscoe.

Mam’s been saying she’d give us a bath and the other day she did it.  It’s not fair, really, since it’s only a few months since our last one.  I don’t think Bertie and Biggles have had one since we’ve been here! (Mam just said they’d be having their’s this week, probably today.)

I don’t really mind having a bath, once it’s inevitable, like.  I was running, or rather, splashing, around the big white bath until Mam caught me and made me all wet, and then I waited for Nev to get wet, then we got all soapy, and having it all rubbed into our coats, all over.  It’s a really good feeling. I like it anyway.  I’m not sure I like the funny spray thing that washes the soap out after, but it’s soon done.

 

Mam wrapped us each in towels and we went and sat on her lap to get dry.  Then after a while, when we were nearly dry, she put this very noisy warm wind on us, and made us drier.  Then we came upstairs to our nice clean run.  Even the cagewear had been washed.

2019 A to Z badgeBertie’s been talking about doing the alphabet each week.  I like the idea.  Mam said something about finding when we’d first done it on here.  It was 2012, and Victor did it.  That was three years after the A to Z started.  Then Mam discovered it was three years after George’s Guinea Pig World started.  So it’s our tenth anniversary this year, too.

So as well as doing the alphabet, we’re going to have something special around 7th May, which is the anniversary of George starting this website up.  He did this post to welcome everybody, and it all went from there.

We’ve only filled nine letters, so far.  We’ve thought of two things for A, six for B, one for C, three for G, one for K, for each for M and N, two for P and one for R.  We’ve got a lot more thinking to do.  Oh, Mam’s just suggested ‘degu’ for D…

And that’s a reminder that Bertie is being interviewed by Joshua the Degu on Friday, on Auntie Tori’s website.  You’ll be able to find the interview here, but it isn’t alive until Friday (22nd March).

See you next time!

Roscoe

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Roscoe after bath

Whiter than white!

Way-aye.  Roscoe here, and I’m all sparkling clean.

Mam took me and Neville downstairs on Friday afternoon to have a bath.  She’d been threatening Neville with a bath for a week or two.  I don’t know why I had to have one too, but there you go.

Nev had his hair cut as well.  About 3/4ths of an inch, I think.  Not so much as he had done in summer.  I think that’s to keep him warm enough.  We were lovely and warm in the room after our bath.  Mam had a wood fire going.  And she watched some horses jumping over fences while she rubbed us dry.  Actually, y’know, combing us dry would have been a better description.  She rubbed my hair so I was all fluffy, then combed it up the wrong way to let the air in to dry it.  It felt right funny, I can tell you.

I’ve been having a nice time in the run upstairs. Biggles got his extended for one panel over Bertie’s in the week.  He’s a happy boy now, cos he’s got lots more space to laze around in.  And he got a big treat — Mam put Percy’s bed in for him yesterday.  He’s a very happy boy now.

It doesn’t really go downhill in that corner nearest us.  Mam says it’s an Hoptical Hillusion.  So we’ve all got beds and snuggle tunnels.  That’s fair.

See you next time

Roscoe xx

PS Do you like our Christmas decorations?

Bertie with his pellet bowl

Mummy’s taken our runs in :(

Mummy took our run panels down at the weekend, even though it was sunny outside.  She said it was just too wet for us, due to the heavy dew, and lack of sun on the grass.  I know what she means: the last few times there’s been sun in the sky but not shining where we are.  It was okay, but if the grass is wet then I want to stay in my tent.  Or the tunnel.

So that’s it for this year.  Maybe we’ll get out on the grass in March.  Mummy says we do some years, but this year it was cold and wet right through till early May.  It’s something to do with climate change changing things around.

Selfie with Mummy

I saw Roscoe told you he and Neville had baths.  I didn’t have a bath then but I had my tummy washed this week.  Just my tummy.  I’d got it all sticky during the night.  Mummy didn’t ask questions, she just stood me on the side of the big white sink, put water and soap on my tummy and rubbed it so it all went bubbly, and then held me so the water ran over my tummy to wash it clean again.  Then she wrapped me in a light towel, and we went and had our normal cuddles.

Apparently Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry are coming to see us on Tuesday.  That’s tomorrow.  I expect they’ll look at our teeth too.  I like Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry but I wish they wouldn’t make us show them our back teeth.  Mummy says it\s better than having to go to the vet for teeth work.  She thinks Biggles may need some work on his.  Mine will be perfect, of course.

 

after bath Nev and Ros

Grass! Sunshine! And rain …

Mornin’ all, Roscoe here.  I’ve a lot to tell you about today.

roscoe

First off, it’s been sunny in the week.  Mam went outside into the garden for a bit, several times each day, and left the door open.  It was okay, I reckon, but she said the grass was too wet for runnin’ on yet.  But she brought us some in, three days runnin’.  That was yummy.  She was expectin’ we could go out yesterday, but the rain came again, and we couldn’t.  Toes crossed for today.

Saturday me and Nev had an excitin’ time.  We went upstairs to a room we’d not been in yet, called the bathroom.  There was lovely warm water in the bath to play in.  I liked it a lot, and so did Nev.  He explored both ends.  I thought about jumpin’ out, but the walls were very high.  Then Mam poured water over us, then some other stuff and gave us each a good massage.  Oooh, that felt good.   I wasn’t so keen on her liftin’ me up so she could do my bottom end, but no problem, really.  Then she poured warm water over us again for a bit, before all the water disappeared and she wrapped us in a cloth and put us somewhere else for a few minutes.  Then she wrapped us in drier cloths and took us downstairs for a cuddle, both together.

That lasted a long time, and she gave us a good rub with the red towel.  Mam was watchin’ summat called Jimnastics on the picture box. Sounded good.  Then she sat us on her lap right up close to the picture box and blew warm air over us with a white noisy thing.  It was fine once I got used to it.

fluffy

Then we went back into our nice clean cage, and she laughed and said she should rename me Fluffy.  No thanks, Mam, it’s Roscoe now and forever, thanks.

Yesterday I think Biggles and some of the others had their turn.  I guess this is all part of that spring-cleanin’ lark she did all through the weekend before.

 

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N for New Fleeces #AtoZChallenge

percy-pig

Hello and welcome to George’s Guinea Pig World.  I’m Percy, and I run this place with Kevin.  George set it up in 2009, which is before I was born.  I live in a nice cage next to Oscar, and his brother Midge lives next to Kevin.

Our A to Z theme is “Our Favourite Things”


nN is for New Fleeces

There are lots of things suitable for lining the bottom of a guinea pig house (or cage, or run).  We mostly have fleeces on top of newspaper (although Mummy now also uses absorbent pads* because we tend to pee in the same places which makes a soggy mess).

Sometimes we get new fleeces, and they’re lovely.  My tartan fleece was nearly new when I got it, only Hector had used it before.  Oscar got new fleeces for Christmas, because the old ones hadn’t been proper fleeces and she wanted to throw them out.  Midge says he needs new fleeces, and Mummy agrees, and says he might have them for his birthday.  And Kevin says he has the original fleeces for the run, that Fred and George had, and they are still really good, and he has the one that came with him and Colman from Jersey with paw prints on it, and also the newer butterfly one, and they are all great, so he thinks we’re sissies.  Or else he just treats them better than the rest of us.

Mummy says a new fleece has to be washed a couple of times to get it ready to be used, otherwise pee just sits on top, instead of draining through to the absorbent layer underneath.  That’s the only disadvantage of a new fleece, as far as I can see, since otherwise they are nice and soft and with no old boar glue patches that didn’t wash out.  Um, I suppose you want me to explain what boar glue is.  Well, let’s just say only boars produce it, it’s a thick liquid and it dries to a gluey lump.

Anyway, here is Oscar with his Christmas present of new fleeces (there are some food pellets on it to encourage him to step on it).

Oscar with his new fleece
Oscar with his new fleece

*Mummy here.  ‘Puppy pads’ are often used, but they tend to be treated to attract dogs, which might not be a good chemical in a guinea pig home.  Unscented pads are found in the health supplies section on Amazon – search for incontinence pads or under pads.  They work out cheaper than the equivalent amount of newspaper, if you can afford to buy in bulk! They can’t be recycled or composted though.

I get cheap fleece throws from household stores like The Range; they tend to be the right size for my cages when folded, and they are cheaper than buying by the metre in a fabric store.

Nothing happened

Nothing much happened this week.

We’re still in the Living Room.  Mummy watches the picture box in the corner or reads or does drawings.  We get cuddled in the morning and sometimes other times.  We run on the floor.

Oscar’s been exceedingly grumpy this week.  Midge wasn’t much better.  Mummy saw the colour of Kevin’s backside and decreed we all needed our grease glands cleaned, so she did them.

I quite like having my grease gland cleaned.  Mummy sat us next to the sink in the kitchen and put the gunk on the spot, and massaged it.  It felt good.  Except she asked me what on earth I’d been doing to get that much grease on my bottom.  I don’t know, Mummy, it just happens.  Then when she’d finished the massage she made me sit on her other arm from the usual one, and she ran warm water down my backside to rinse it off.  That felt funny, but nice.  Then we went and sat in the living room while she dried my bottom off.  The horses were racing over jumps while we did that (on the picture box).

Then I went back in my cage and it was Oscar’s turn.

So that was all the exciting stuff last week.

Except for the bangs, whooshes and bright lights that happened outside on Saturday.  It happened just before Mummy went out, so she left the light on for us and also the picture box, which played music and coloured lights and had little people whizzing around.  It went off before Mummy came home, though.  She watched a shorter version of it on Sunday.  I think she calls it Strictly.  It looks fun, maybe I should have a go.