Who’s who? And an update on teeth

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

Roscoe stands on Neville in tunnel

How do you like this pose, then? Wor Neville thinks it’s a bit much, me standing on him while he’s in the tunnel, but he’s a big boy, he can take it.

All the news is about Neville this week.  First the update on his teeth.  They are nearly new.  You can see on these photos Mam took of them, how much they’ve grown in three weeks.  First when they had just broken off, then a week later, they’re okay but little stubby things.  Then last week about three-quarters grown.  Mam checked the length of both top and bottom teeth then, and trimmed the bottom ones to make sure they didn’t overgrow.  That would have meant Nev’s top teeth started wearing before they had grown right down, and that would have meant his molars (back teeth) wearing in the wrong place too.  Anyway, the latest pic shows they are nearly back to normal. (If you click the first you can get large pics and scroll through).

There’s a photo on our wall opposite.  Actually, there’s lots of photos on the wall opposite.  Mam says that the one directly opposite our cage is Hugo.  She says I remind her a lot of Hugo, the way I stand looking out, walk up her arm, take an interest in everything.  And the way I’m a divil for plastic bags.  Ooh, yes, plastic bags are great. Apparently I’m the worst plastic bag chewer since Hugo.  Surely you mean the best, Mam?

Anyway, the photo at the other end is of Dylan and Dougall.  Apparently today is Dylan’s anniversary. He pined for his brother so much that he went over the Rainbow Bridge to be with him.  That was today in 2015.  That’s three years ago.  Percy says he knew Dylan, and met Dougall, but he wasn’t well, so he didn’t get to know him before he passed.  Percy says Dylan was a canny chap.  Actually, Percy doesn’t, he says Dylan was a great chap who knew a lot and kept everyone in their place. That sounds like a canny lad to me. Percy talks a bit posh sometimes.

The question is, can you tell Neville from Dylan; and for that matter can you tell him from Dougall?  Take a look at these:

Mam says Neville is more milk chocolate coloured and Dylan and Dougall were more like mahogany. That’s a rich dark brown. Mam often uses long words. And Neville is very like Dougall in temperament, too.  Ah, he’s a bonny lad is Neville.  I bet I’d have got on well with Dougall too. I’m not sure about Dylan. But if he was the boss, and I was happy with that, we’d have got along okay, I reckon.

See you next time!

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I hate November

I do, I hate November.  It starts with all the horrid noises.  In fact those started even before November started.  Mummy says it’s fireworks, and every year we get them virtually every night from the last weekend of October through to about ten days into November.  I hate them.  They go bang, and make flashes, and sometimes they make other horrible screaming noises.

If Mummy’s here she sits with us and tells us it’s all right, and sometimes plays music to us.  She leaves the television on for the downstairs boys, or the radio (I’m not sure of the difference, except one is in the kitchen and the other in the living room.)  But sometimes she’s out and we have to put up with it all on our own.  I hide in my snuggle tunnel, but if they are at the front of the house I still hear them.  The good thing is that the ones at the front of the house (which are closest) only happen on one night.  The ones at the side (nearest our cages), happen lots of times and they vary how loud they are.  I wish they’d just stop doing them.

The other thing I hate about November are all the changes that seem to happen.  I don’t mean with the builders coming and Percy and Oscar having to move like Percy told you.  I mean it’s the month that seems to have the most comings and goings in our house.  I know I wasn’t here when Hugo and Victor arrived from Vikki’s one snowy Sunday in November 2008, or when Humphrey and Hector came all the way from the rescue at Sophie’s in 2010.  But that’s what happens in November – Mummy finds she has to make a good home for someone who’s desperate.  We came in April, Colman and I, and I suppose Oscar and Midge came in October, so it doesn’t always happen – but look at what happened last year; Percy arrived!

Then again Fred went over the Rainbow Bridge in November 2011, so Mummy’s always a little sad mid-month.  But it was Dylan and Dougall’s birthday towards the end of the month, even though they didn’t arrive until three weeks later.

So now you know about all the calendar boars in the little picture show in the top right corner.

I don’t know what it is about November.  But I don’t like it.  I’ll be glad when the spring comes.