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.
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.
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!
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.
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!
It’s a whole year since I came home with Mummy from the funny hot place with lots of people. I’m not sure what it was called, but the rescue place put me and Rabbit there to try and find us homes – and I found Mummy! I think it was my lucky day.
Mummy says we should celebrate my birthday on my gotcha day, since we don’t know when my birthday is, or even how old I am. I was supposed to be five years old, so she took pity on me, thinking I’d fit in with Kevin and Dylan and Dougall. But by spring she thought I couldn’t have been more than two, judging from my neat and delicate toenails, and now she thinks maybe I wasn’t even that old. She was looking at photos of last year, which is why she thinks that. And also because although I put on a lot of weight after I got here, she reckons it was simply because I was growing up. I’ll go with that.
This was me at D&D’s birthday party at the end of last November.
And this is me now.
Of course, I’ve put on weight, but Mummy says I’m now a mature boar, not a young lad which is what I look like in comparison. I’ve grown into my head and ears, she says, and I have a superb topline, whatever that means. So we’re going to say I’m three now, but I could be less. Maybe I’m only two. I don’t know. I know I like it here, and I hope there’s going to be cake tomorrow, when we have my birthday party. I like the cake Mummy makes. It’s made of mushed pellets and herbs and tastes yummy. I do hope we have cake.
By the way, we’re back in our own room now. We came back on Saturday. I got used to Mummy sitting in the same room as us and watching the picture box, but it’s just as nice here and we have more light. And we get to run around on the kitchen floor again, and it’s all clean. Mummy has asked us to keep it that way. Um, I’ll do my best, Mummy.
PS. Do you like our new layout? Mummy’s been trying to make it better for people using mobile phones. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know if you need something changed!
Kevin here again. It’s a weekend of anniversaries for us here, since it’s two years since Humphrey went over the Rainbow Bridge, and three days later Mummy brought Oscar and Midge home from Auntie Vikki’s house. Or did Auntie Vikki come over and visit us all? I can’t remember, maybe the latter. I always enjoy it when Auntie Vikki comes to visit.
Anyway, Mummy put Oscar and Midge in the cage next door to Dylan and Dougall, the one Humphrey and Victor had lived in. And Dylan got the hump. Big time. He hated that Humphrey and Victor had gone, and he blamed it all on Oscar and Midge. And Oscar took one look at Dylan and decided he had to out-boss him. Bad move, Oscar… you were never going to win that battle. Mummy made sure you didn’t fight him of course, although Dylan gave you a sharp nip every now and then to put you in your place, and then you started bullying Midge, and Mummy had to separate you.
You still don’t get on, even though you’ve forgiven Mummy whatever it was that you used to bite her for. Midge is a sweet boy, but you, Oscar are like Jekyll and Hyde – one minute loving and cuddly (mainly with Mummy) and the next minute biting the bars and rumbling at me or Midge in the garden. It’s a good thing Percy gets on with you. But then, he gets on with everyone. Even me, even though I don’t show it.
Anyway, happy Gotcha Day, Oscar and Midge. You lucky boys!
Hi, Kevin here. Perce and I had a discussion and we decided I’d write about Colman, because it’s a whole year since he left us. And since Mummy’s done some funny things this week, we need to tell you about her, too. But she hasn’t left us, let’s be straight about that.
Colman and I came to live with Mummy in 2012, and we’ve had a great time with her. Colman was already nearly four when he arrived, and he celebrated his seventh birthday about a month before he went over the Rainbow Bridge. This is one of our favourite pictures of him, although to be honest, we all look good with birthday cake!
We had a great time together. He was an amiable chap, with lots of funny stories, and he was the sort of guy you could rely on if you were in trouble. He was also very loyal, although he didn’t trust people until they’d proved themselves. Once they had, he was true to them right to the end. I wrote the whole story about how we came here last year, but I just thought you’d like to remember him, and what a good chap he was. I bet he’s having fun over the Rainbow Bridge now. Although I must admit, I wonder what happened to their peace and quiet once Dylan arrived :O
Now, what has Mummy been up to, I hear you ask.
She told us a couple of times last week that she’d be going out on Thursday and coming back later looking a bit funny, and she might not be able to give us a run or clean us out on Friday. Well, it’s always good to have warning if something strange is going to happen, because we are creatures of habit. Wake-up, cuddles (meds for me), clean-out, run around, breakfast, nap, hay, nap, lunch, head-scratch, nap, grass-time if we’re lucky, nap, supper, snuggle if we’re lucky, nap, cucumber, bedtime. You get the picture.
Well, she went out as she said, and came back a while later looking a bit like a bee, with one huge eye. She showed me closer and it was a plastic cover over her eye. She said it was to stop her from scratching or rubbing it. She’s been having trouble with it. I know because I’ve seen her do funny things because she hasn’t been judging distances well. Anyway, she had an operation on it and now it’s a lot better. She says it’s getting better every day. The good thing was, she could pick us up and give us our usual cuddle and run around on Friday, no problems at all. So she must be fine really.
We’re very glad Mummy is fine. We love you, Mummy.
I was going to be a day late, anyway, because Victor’s leaving day was yesterday, two years ago. It does seem a very long time. But now I’m late because we couldn’t get onto WordPress yesterday, and we guess nobody could because we couldn’t see Auntie Noelle’s page, or Uncle Lord David’s page either. But we’re back now, and I expect they are too (wave).
Last weekend was the anniversary of Oscar and Midge coming to live with us. Then they were small, polite little boys. Now they are huge, bossy, nose-into-everything troublemakers! Well, they’re improving, really. Oscar now shows me proper respect when I’m roaming the floor in the morning, and keeps his distance until I’ve decided to go into my tent to go back to my cage.
Aren’t they cute there? Sharing their food bowl like brothers should. I share mine with Dougall. That looks like birthday cake in there – maybe it was Dougall’s and mine – our birthday is at the end of next month. Continue reading “Oscar and Midge – then and now”→
As far as I’m concerned I’ve been here all my life. But today’s the date that Mummy and Auntie Vikki brought Dougall and me home from the place where we were born three years ago, when we were three weeks old. Continue reading “We’ve been here three years”→
Today is the seventh anniversary of the most important date in history – the day Mummy brought home her first guinea pigs, the legendary Fred and George (whom this blog is named after*). Continue reading “Happy Adoption Day, Mummy!”→