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Abandoned! Starved!

Way-aye, Roscoe here… just.

The service here is getting terrible.  Last week Mam abandoned us and left us all alone for two whole nights. It was nearly two whole days as well.  I think if you added them together they nearly made two, anyway.

She gave us a packed breakfast in the afternoon and told us she’d be back after two sleeps.  She did add, ‘well, about fourteen for you, I suppose’, which was just about right, I reckon.  And she did turn up on Saturday morning to give us more hay, food and water.

By then we were starving.  I mean, the packed breakfast she gave us in the afternoon didn’t last past midnight, did it?

So when she finally came back we weren’t too pleased with her.  I mean, we are all sufferers from abandonment.  We get very worried if she isn’t here. Well, Bertie and Biggles have never suffered, but Neville and I have.  Nev didn’t seem too worried, to tell the truth, but I was.  She tried to get round us with cuddles and cucumber, and the others seemed fine with it. But I didn’t.  It’s a destruction of trust or something.

How do I know she’s not going to do it again?

Oh.  She says she will have to do it several times over the next few months. And eventually we’ll move down to a new house and stay there without her for a couple of days at a time until all the moving is finished.

I call this gross negligence. Does anyone know a lawyer?

till next time…

Roscoe xxx

Bertie and Roscoe in Hampshire

Sleepy Time!

It’s sleepy time now, after our exhausting trip through the alphabet.

We’ve all been right tired after coming back from Hampshire.  Mam was tired too.  She said the drive was very long, with lots of long stops for accidents and things.  We just went to sleep in our boxes, but it was a long way, and we wobbled around in our boxes on some of the roads.  Still, at least we were with our Mam. I don’t mind travelling as long as Mam’s with us.

See you next week, when it’ll be October already!

Roscoe xx

 

Z is for Zones and The End

Hello, Bertie here.

We’re in a different Zone here. We’re in Hampshire again. Hampshire’s in the South.  Norfolk is in the East. Those are different zones, or regions, of our country.

I like Hampshire. Mummy is looking for a new house for us here. I like this one but it’s only for holidays. She was chatting to the nice owner Gill, who brought us some tomatoes. They discussed the house we’re looking for and said this plus the one next door would be perfect. But Mummy’s going out every day to look at others, and to see family. I like family. They came here last time.

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Z is also for The End of the alphabet. The End of our A to Z. It’s taken us all the way from April. We’ve had the whole of summer, eaten all the grass in the garden, met some foster babies, and changed around a bit.

The foster babies weren’t babies any more when they went back to Sophie on Thursday. Apparently they went to their new forever home yesterday. They’ve been eating all our food, obviously.

So, that’s the end of our A to Z Challenge. Roscoe sends his love. I hope you enjoyed our efforts.

What next?

love

Bertie xxx

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Y is for Yesterday, Youth and Yummy

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Waye-aye all, it’s Roscoe back again.

Y is the second last letter of our A to Z Challenge.  It’s taken us a long time to get here, yet it seems like only Yesterday since we started.

Yesterday was Sunday and we spent a few hours out in the garden.  Mam gave us a very large run, and then let the Youths in to a bit we’d been in. Youths is what we now call the Littlies, the three that Mam’s been fostering, since they’re much bigger now, and behaving more like teenagers than anything else.

Mam’s been telling me off for being grouchy with everyone, including Neville, but I’m not as bad as Bertie, who came out of his run somehow on Tuesday, and attacked Biggles most unkindly.  I don’t know Y he does it.  Biggles had a bite on his cheek, but Mam says it’s healed up fine.  Yesterday Young Eclipse got through one of the fence panels and came to see us oldies.  We were very polite to him, and Mam saw him and came to collect him.  He seemed quite polite too.  I wonder why Mam hasn’t introduced us on the kitchen floor like she did the other two?  I liked the white one, but the ginger one didn’t like being with me at all. Even though we chat when we’re out in the garden. They are going to be leaving us this week, to go to a new home, I think.

There’s not much Yummy grass left in the garden.  We occasionally find a new patch under the shade of the wall, but there’s none under the tree on the other side because that trees taken all the moisture. Mam says we might as well have as big a run as she can make in case we find some we’ve missed.

We’re going down to Hampshire again next weekend, and I hope there’ll be some yummy grass there. Mam says not to hope too much, as they’ve had no more rain than we have.  Apparently it’s wet where all the gardening programmes come from.

Y was a very difficult letter.  Bertie’s got Z next week, which could be just as bad.

Mind you, Mam gave us some Yellow corn Yesterday.  That was Yummy.

See you next time!

Roscoe xxx

Neville and Biggles eXchanged

X is for Cross and crossover and eXchanging houses

Hi there, Bertie here.

We’re getting close to the end of our A to Z Challenge, and we’re starting to wonder what we’ll do next.  I’m sure well think of something.

This week Mummy gave me the idea for X.

She’s been wondering why Roscoe and Neville are getting X (cross) with each other. They bicker for a bit, then there’s rumbling, and then Roscoe starts chasing Neville around the run until he turns and they have a stand-off. Mummy got so cross with them after putting them back in their newly clean cages last weekend that she picked Roscoe up and put him in Biggles’ cage, and put Biggles in with Neville.  Then a few hours later, when I was telling Biggles off through the bars for being there, she picked me up and swapped me over with Roscoe!

Roscoe was a bit happier because he can see Neville through the bars and talk to him, but he’s not actually happy.  He’s not so cross though.  I think Mummy doing all this crossing and exchanging is a bit much, but she does funny things, and we all settled down, anyway. Except I think Roscoe is really unhappy he’s not with Neville.

I think he should make up his mind.

Mummy tried to exchange Roscoe with Biggles again on yesterday’s big clean-out. We have daily clean-outs, but on the big clean-outs she exchanges our dirty things for clean ones. She told Roscoe sternly that if he starts trying to fight him, he’s back on his own again, and he was chasing and kicking Nev when they went out on the grass. So when we went in they eXchanged again.

Sigh.  I just keep myself to myself and stay out of trouble. Unless Biggles is around, because he makes me cross.

Next week, Roscoe’s back here with Y, which is a very good question, and then I get to finish with Z. Mummy has come up with some long words beginning with Z for me to think about.

Love

Bertie xxx

W is for White, Wet, and Weather

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White! That’s me, Roscoe, except for my ginger eyepatch.

I’m blogging from A to Z with the letter W today!

White

I’m the first all-white piggy Mam had, although Kevin had lots of white all over him but lots of ginger patches too. Victor’s back end was white and agouti, Oscar’s back and side was white, and Dougall had about the same amount of white on him as Neville does. Humphrey had a big white face and white feet.  And Hugo had a half-white tummy and a Zorro stripe.

And the baby, Ice, who isn’t going to be a baby for much longer, because he’s growing fast and his funny ears have dropped over like a pig’s should be, he’s all white.  Very white indeed.

Wet Weather

There are three types of weather.  Hot and wet, hot and dry, and weather we can go out on the grass in.  When it’s cold we don’t go out anyway.  We’ve had several weeks this summer where Mam’s said it’s too hot to go out.  It was hot inside as well, but Mam said outside was worse. When we had some rain, it was hot but the ground was too wet, and she didn’t want to risk us all getting pneumonia like Bertie did.  Bertie didn’t go outside when he was ill, even when we did.

Last week it was hot, but we went out when it was all shady and there was only an hour or so before dark. The grass is damp till lunchtime, which I think would be nice if it’s hot. Mummy says we have to wait though.

Wait is another W word.  I don’t like it at all.  But then next time Bertie has X, which is puzzling us all.  Then I get Y and he has Z, and then we’ll be on holiday again!  I can’t wait for our holiday!

See you next time,

Roscoe xxx