midge and percy

D is for Degu, and for Midge’s anniversary

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Hello!  Bertie here.  We’re blogging from A to Z once a week, through to September. Mummy says it’ll take us that long, but we need to spend more time eating grass outside, and not stuck in front of the computer.

D is for Degu!

I have a blogging friend who’s a degu.  It’s a small furry animal (like me) but not like me, as he has a long tail and he climbs very well, and he’s quite a lot different in other ways too.

Say hello to Joshua the Degu!

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He’s a handsome chap, isn’t he? Joshua interviewed me and Roscoe on his mum’s blog.  My mum says we can interview him later in the year.  Maybe I for Interview.  But this is what I’ve found out about Degus.

  • Degus come from Chile originally
  • they are classed as rodents
  • they are even more sociable than guinea pigs!
  •  they have long silky coats, grey-brown in colour, and a long, thin tail with a tufted, black tip
  • they live to about 8 years old, although I think Joshua is older
  • they are supposed to typically weigh 300 gms.  That’s tiny compared with me.  I weigh 1500 gms.  I haven’t asked Joshua how much he weighs.
  • they are inquisitive and intelligent and have lots of different squeaks and sounds

Well, that sounds a lot like Joshua to me!

D is also for Death

This weekend was one year since Midge died.  That was a horrible evening.  Mummy went out to her bird meeting, and while she was away, Midge went all funny.  He lived with Percy in the run next to me, where Neville and Roscoe live now.  He started twitching and shaking, then he rolled over on his side and kept twitching. It was horrible, because Percy and I could do nothing.  Then Mummy came home and said hello to us, saw Midge, picked him up and cuddled him tight, and phoned the vet. Then she took him downstairs and stayed up all night with him, but he died in the morning.

We were very sad, but she let us sit with his body and say goodbye to him.  Actually, I found it very scary and didn’t really want to sit with him, but Percy told me to say goodbye or I’d regret it when I was older, and understood better.  I think he was right. I made sure I said goodbye to Percy when he went a month or so later.

I don’t like it when someone dies, but Percy said it’s natural, and everyone dies sometimes.  And then we go over the Rainbow Bridge to the place where everybody’s well and happy, and we can be with our friends again.

And Joshua says he understands because all his degu family have died, too.  That’s very sad.  But he has other friends to keep him company.

So that’s our post for D and next week we’ll do E which might be for exercise.  I think Eating would be better.

Have a nice week!

love

Bertie

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We’re blogging from A to Z – once a week

Way-aye, Roscoe here, on the 1st of April, which is the start of the A to Z Blogging Challenge.

I’d like to welcome everybody who visits and hasn’t met us before.  Just to get one thing straight: we’re guinea pigs.  I’m Roscoe, the mainly white one.  Then we have Bertie, the smooth haired silver one with the white face, Biggles, his brother (although they don’t get on) who is silver-grey and very furry, and then my mate Neville, who’s brown and white and very hairy so most of the time you get to see hair, not Nev.

We’re blogging from A to Z once a week, because Mam won’t let us on the computer more often, since she needs it.  So we’ll blog through the alphabet on Mondays, right through to September.

And we have an exciting thing to include…

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A for Anniversary!

It’s this blog’s tenth anniversary in May, just like it’s the A to Z’s tenth anniversary!  Isn’t that funny?  We’re having a real party to celebrate in May, so come back and see us.

We’d also like to mention A for Augustus

He’s a guinea pig we don’t know very well, but he’s Auntie Dawn’s piggy and he lives in New York City.  I don’t know where that is.  I used to live in Newcastle, and now I live in Norfolk, and I had to go through York to get here, but that was a long time ago.  It’s not the same place, Mam says.

Here’s a picture of Augustus, he’s a colour called lemon agouti.  Agouti means he’s got a sort of speckled effect.

Bertie’s also agouti, but he’s silver agouti.  You’ll meet him next week.  We take it in turns to blog.

We’ll explain what George’s Guinea Pig World is all about when we get to G.  All you need to know is we’re guinea pigs and the blog was started by George in May 2009.  Come back every Monday to help us blog through the alphabet.

Till next time

Roscoe

xxx

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

Birthday cake and Gotcha party

Way-aye! Roscoe here, full of Gotcha cake, or was it birthday party? I’m not sure, and I don’t think Mam was either.

Anyroad, yesterday we had a party with cake. Me and Neville have been here a whole year. I have to say, I like it here. I’ve got used to the funny way Mam talks, and Bertie and Biggles too, for that matter.

Nev and I like our cage and the time we spend in the garden, especially with the blue tunnel to play in. And the morning routine is good too: Nev gets a cuddle and some cucumber (six pieces, he says, cos he counts), then gets to go on the floor for a run, with Biggles, who’s already been through the cuddle-cucumber bit. Then I get a cuddle and six pieces of cucumber, if I can’t fool Mam into giving me more. Then I join Nev on the floor and Biggles goes back in his cage.

Then Bertie goes and gets cuddled and finishes up the cucumber, and when he comes into the kitchen I get picked up and put back, then Nev joins me.  Sometimes he stays a while to talk to Bertie, but I don’t like him doing that.  Makes me cross to think Bertie has been trying to cuddle up to him.  No matter, I forgive him after a bit.  Then we get our pellets, and then Mam gets the breakfast from the garden or the fridge or a mixture of the two.

After we’ve eaten, it’s time for a snooze.  And maybe we’ll go outside on the grass in the afternoon.

Then sometimes, like this weekend, we do other things later in the day, like have parties.  The cake was delicious, although Nev was too busy with grass to start with.  The grass has grown.  I think we should be out there to trim it for you every day, Mam.

One year since Dylan left us

It seems a very long time, but it’s a whole year since Dylan pined away for his brother, Dougall, and went over the bridge on February 26th.

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Mummy missed him a huge amount to start with, and for a very long time after, although of course we cuddled her and helped her through it.  She says she’s better now, although she still aches when she sees the videos she took of him.

I thought he was an interesting person.  He seemed quite bossy, but he was very nice with it.  Some pigs can be bossy and aggressive, but he just wanted everyone to do what he thought was best, and if you did that, all was fine.  Mummy says he got a bit boisterous during his last birthday party, and she picked him up to keep him from spoiling things, and Kevin and Dougall and I ran around together just fine.  He sat on her lap looking down on us, and he was quite calm.  Maybe surveying us from a high point, watching over us, just suited him.

Me watching
Dylan watching

Kevin says life has been very quiet without him around.  I can imagine that’s true.  Never a dull moment with Dylan.  What a character!

 

Five years since Fred left us

I was only a youngster then – and Oscar, Midge and Percy weren’t born at all.  It’s a long time ago.  I heard about them on the pigvine, what we called the network of tunnels connecting all the important guinea pig homes, like Hugs Towers and the Chateau of Dimerie, and here.  Well, I heard about them from Colman who heard about them on the pigvine.

He missed his brother George too much to stay any longer.  Apparently they are buried together in the garden, but Mummy’s never told me where.  I think I can guess though.

Fred on holiday
Fred at Haunn

Here he is on holiday in Mull a year or two before he left us.  He’d be about three years old here.  He was very handsome.  Mummy says I remind her of him sometimes – I’ve learnt his Look.  Yeah, I have, Mummy!