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Mummy’s taken our runs in :(

On By bertie bootsIn garden, Hygiene4 Comments

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.

 

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last day of summer 2018

That might be it for summer…

On By geordieroscoeIn Happenings3 Comments

It was really nice last week.  Each day when Mam came back from her golf (it’s always golf, we think), she put us out in the garden for a wee while, even when it was nearly dark. It wasn’t really dark. The darkest day we only went out for a few minutes, but it was good for a leg stretch and some grass.

Selfie with Mam
Me on Mam’s lap after the bath
Neville’s selfie with Mam

Thursday Neville and me had a bath.  We don’t like having baths, but it’s good afterwards.  My hair goes soft and silky, and so does Neville’s.  His bottom stops smelling riper than is polite, too.  We get an extra long cuddle (I don’t like long cuddles) and get a warm blowy noisy thing held over us before we go for our run.  It does make you feel nice and warm, though.

Saturday was great.  Mummy was not in golf clothes, and we went out into the garden runs at lunchtime. That’s earlier than we’ve had all summer long, I think.  The runs had moved onto fresh grass.  We made good work of that, I can tell you.  Mam made good work of planting seeds in the veggie patch with the chard and winter lettuce.

Us on Saturday
Bertie on Thursday
Biggles on Thursday (he went all shy in the garden)

There was a lot of air blowing about, almost as warm as that hair drying thing Mam used on Thursday.  We were in a sheltered part, between the plant that’s escaped from its pen and the wall, where there’s lots of grass.  Bertie was beside us.  He’d moved only a little way, next to where he’d been before.  And the other end was Biggles.

Mam said to eat as much as we liked because we wouldn’t be coming out much longer.  How right she was!  Sunday was wet as could be and Mam said it was cold out, too.  Today Mam’s gone out early in her golf uniform again, but she’s got extra layers on.  It’s funny how she manages to get extra layers of coat on.  We just fluff up our hair a bit more.

Mam said to send a special note to Auntie Noelle, because she’s been suffering from the hurricane, which is even windier than our wind.  That must be really something, Auntie Noelle.  And also we’re still thinking solidly for Uncle Mo, and hope the treatment’s okay and the human vet people are looking after you well. Love and kisses from us.

And love and kisses to you too.

Roscoe xxx

We have grass! (well, just a little)

On By geordieroscoeIn garden2 Comments

Hey! We’ve got some grass.  Mam says it’s because it rained last weekend.  There’s not much, just enough to make an odd-shaped run for one piggy group at a time.

I say ‘piggy-group’ because nobody wants to play with Bertie.  Oh, well, Neville says he doesn’t mind playing with Bertie, not too much, anyway.  But Biggles plays with Neville, no trouble.  I think that’s a bit of cheek, because Neville is my cagemate. So if I see Biggles I tell him to leave Neville alone, okay? And then Mam makes sure we aren’t together any longer than absolutely necessary.

Roscoe in the shade
Biggles in the shade
Bertie in the shade
Bertie on the grass
Neville finds something more interesting than grass
Neville and Roscoe in the shade

Anyway, we have grass, and it’s in the shade, and Mam has been sitting out there at her table watching over us and reading her book-thing.  That’s because we get the cat coming into the garden, and into our house, and generally making a nuisance of itself.  It came in when Bertie was out on the kitchen floor the other day.  Bertie was terrified.  Mam was really angry.  Not at Bertie, at the cat.  We’re getting used to her rushing past us, to get out of the doorway and hiss at the cat.  She tried taking a jug of water with her one time, but apparently it got away.  I’m not sure what she was going to do with the water, but still.

Talking of water, we had baths on Sunday.  We look gorgeous now.  She told us so.  She didn’t take photos though – she was too busy with golf stuff.

Till next time.

Roscoe

after bath Nev and Ros

Grass! Sunshine! And rain …

On By geordieroscoeIn Hygiene3 Comments

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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A very strange week

On By PercyIn Happenings, Hygiene3 Comments

It was a very strange week, because it was very hot, and yet Mummy was out playing golf every other day, and usually she likes to sit in the shade when it’s hot.  I’ve noticed this, and Kevin says it’s generally the case.  Anyway, on Tuesday we went out on the grass and I went in with Midge and Kevin, as we have been for a while now.

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We went out again on Wednesday when Mummy came back from golf.  She tends to come back just before it clouds over, which is good, she says. It means we can go out because the clouds make it not so hot.  I thought it was very nice.

Then on Thursday she said it was time I had a bath!  Last time I had a bath was when I was in the rescue place, so I hoped it wasn’t a bad thing.  She put me in the big white thing upstairs, and ran water over me, and then soaped me.  And she laughed and said I look like a tadpole.  I’m taking it as a compliment.  Then she ran water over me again, and took me out and put me in a small white thing and mopped off most of the wet.  Then we went downstairs and I had a lovely cuddle and watched television with her.  Then it was still hot so I went out in the garden with the others.

Will I be all right in this bath thing?
I’m all soapy and trying to swim
In the little white thing, being dried a bit
On Mummy’s lap being dried a lot.

Well!!!

They acted like they’d never seen me before!  Midge was rumble-strutting and poking his nose at me, and then he started telling Kevin he was boss.  Then Kevin asked me who I was, and I told him I’m Percy and I’ve had a bath.  He said I must have been very dirty because I’ve had the lice shampoo and I smell very peculiar.  Well, I thought I smelled nice, and I didn’t think I had lice, although I had been a bit itchy.  Scurf and dry skin, you know.

Anyway, everyone was grumbling at each other and Mummy couldn’t work out what the problem was, and eventually she took Midge in, then put me in with Oscar, who was just as bad so she put me back with Kevin.  Then she brought us all in.

Friday was just as bad, so Mummy moved the runs around so we each had a small space to ourselves.  Then Saturday and Sunday she moved the runs and we had a large space each.  I’m a bit sad about it, because I like running around with Kevin and Midge, and even Oscar when he’s in a good mood.  Mummy says when the smell of the shampoo wears off they’ll be fine again, although she say Midge might get a bath next week, and I can get my own back on him.

Sigh.  It gives Mummy more work setting out all those runs, though.  Poor Mummy.

Bath and a haircut

On By DylanIn Hygiene3 Comments

Mummy’s been threatening Dougall and me with a bath and haircut for ages.

Saturday it happened.

It’s not so bad, really.  I mean, I know I spend most of my time wondering whether I can jump out at the end where the little sea snake is.    But really, getting all wet, then getting wrapped up and dried with a towel and cuddled on Mummy’s lap while being rubbed with a towel, and then being blown with warm air is all very enjoyable. Continue reading “Bath and a haircut” →