Biggles and Bertie are two

Bertie here again!

Hello everybody.  I asked Roscoe very nicely if I could post again today to tell you about my birthday.  He said something like “I suppose you’d better because you’ll be insuferabel till you’ve told everyone”.  I don’t know what insuferabel means but I expect it’s a compliment.

We had a lovely time.  Mummy did portraits of us in the morning… look:

and then we had a nice run in the kitchen.  Later we came downstairs again, and Mummy had set up a lovely party room for us.  I enjoyed running around in that, and everyone came!  I spoke very nicely to Roscoe, and he spoke nicely to me most of the time, but Mummy decided he’d better go home before the party ended.  Then Biggles came down.  We said hello, and then I said something Biggles didnt agree with, and Mummy asked me if I’d enjoyed myself (which I had), and she took me home.  From the photos it looks like Neville helped Biggles enjoy his own birthday cake, as we’d already demolished mine.

And when the party was finally over, Mummy got me and Biggles to sit together on the chair in our room so we could have a photo together like I did with Uncle Percy.

We both sat very nicely and didn’t fight at all.  Biggles didn’t want his cucumber, so I helped him out.  Then he changed his mind.  There’s no pleasing some people!

But Mummy said we were good boys, and she hoped we enjoyed our birthday.  Well, I did, anyway!

Thank you for sending me happy birthday wishes, it was very kind of you.

And we hope Auntie Tori is feeling okay after her vet visit.  I think she had to stay in, so we hope she’s well enough to come home soon.

I’ll let Roscoe blog next week.

Love

Bertie (aged 2)

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It’s my birthday on Thursday

Hi there, Bertie here.  It’s my birthday on Thursday!  I’ll be two years old.  Biggles will be two, too.  Mummy says we can have a party in the living room again. I like parties.  We had a great time last year.

But now I feel sad, because last year I was with Midge and Percy having a good time.  Mummy says they were some of her favourite pictures of the year, the three of us gathered around my cake.

But this year we might all get together if I promise not to argue with Biggles.  Or Roscoe.  Roscoe and I have been having chats through our cages, and also chats on the floor in the kitchen when we change over.  But only short ones.  It’s because Roscoe’s older than me and doesn’t agree that I’m in charge. We have a conversation about it and then I try to put my foot down and Mummy steps in and picks one of other of us up before we can get cross with each other.  She wouldn’t need to do that if Roscoe would only agree with me.

On the diet front, we all lost weight this week except for Biggles.  Mummy’s very pleased with us.  We’re very pleased with Mummy, too, although she said she had a bad day yesterday.  If we doled out her food for her, she wouldn’t be able to help herself to other things.  That’s her problem, really.

Have a nice week and hopefully we’ll have some new party pictures for you next time.

Love

Bertie (aged 1) xxx

Bertie and Percy

I’m being interviewed by Joshua!

Hello everyone.  Happy New Year.  Bertie here.

We had a nice new year.  I’m not sure what new year is, but it was nice.  Mummy stayed up late one night last week because she said there might be fireworks, but there were only a few and they weren’t too noisy.

Something exciting happened this week.

Mummy received an email asking if Joshua could interview me for his blog post!

We’re always very happy to read Joshua’s comments on our posts.  I’m sorry I’m not very good at answering them.  Mummy has to do complicated things so I can do that, so I just click the ‘like’ button.  It says liked by Mummy, but it’s really me.

four month old Bertie with his uncle pig Percy, showing Percy's lump on his cheekAnyway, Joshua sent all his questions across and I answered them, and Mummy helped me find the best photos for it.  I wanted one of me with Percy.  Mummy said “wouldn’t you like one that shows you off in all your glory?” And I said, “no, the one of me and Percy on the chair would be good.”

I miss Percy.  But I’m not missing him as bad as I used to.  Mummy says that’s normal, and she feels the same way.

Soo, you’re going to have to wait to read my interview, because it’s going to be out on Friday 22nd March.  That’s a long time away yet.  I’ll remind you nearer the time.  I’ll try and get a picture of Joshua to show you some time.  He’s not a guinea pig. Mummy says he’s a daygoo, but apparently that’s spelt degu. Well, I suppose guinea isn’t spelt ginny, so I’ll let him off.

Have I shown you the picture of me with cousin Dani?  I look extremely handsome in this one.  Dani looks extremely pretty too.  We make a great couple, don’t you think?  Even if Dani does have ratties, not guineas.

Dani and Bertie

 

Ups and Downs

Hello, Bertie here again.

I’m having a wonderful time back upstairs in my old cage-run. We came up here last week, as Roscoe told you. I love it here. I can snooze in my tunnel, watching Mummy working at the computer right in front of me. She’s done a lot of that this week, although a lot of the time she’s just been staring at the screen. Sometimes she puts her head on one side and frowns, or puts her chin on her fist and goes, “hmm”. I don’t know what it means.

She’s happy, though, and she says she’s finished editing now. I think that means her new book is nearly ready. It’s not about us, though. I wish she’d write a book about me.

She’s written several books about Dylan and Dougall. There are some short stories about them on Mull, although they never got there. Dylan and Dougall would have been seven years old tomorrow. That’s really old. Apparently Colman got to his seventh birthday but he’s the only one.

Neville looks like Dylan and Dougall, Mummy says, but he’s more like Dougall in personality. I’m getting more like Dylan as we grow older, she says. I think that’s a compliment.

Biggles is getting an extension to his run tomorrow. We’ll show you pictures next time.

Grass, lovely, lovely grass

Bertie asked me what I was going to talk about today.  I told him ‘grass’.

‘Why?’ he asked.

‘Because autumn’s coming,’ I said.  That confused him.

I know autumn’s coming because the days are getting shorter, Mam’s coming downstairs for cuddles and breakfast closer to sunrise, and we get cucumber in the dark in the evening. I explained that to him and he wandered off.

Now, you might notice there – Bertie and I had a conversation. He’s suddenly started being sociable.  As in, ‘hello, would you like to chat?’ not ‘I’m in charge SO THERE!’

It’s taken me a wee while to accept he means it.  I mean, we’ve had some serious fights.  I say hello, he bites me.  That sort of conversation.

But now, we’re out on the grass with just the run panel between us, and we’re chatting.  He even comes out in the morning and chats to Neville while I get my cuddle.  And walks away when I come down (mind you, Mam is holding his tent for him to walk into.)  He’s a changed pig.  Although I’ll wait a while longer before I trust him, mind.

And yes, we’re out on the grass – a little earlier in the afternoon if Mam has been out to dry it off in the morning.  The sun isn’t out for long and the shade comes over quickly enough, but it’s been nice and warm.  Very pleasant, in fact.  And the grass…

Well, the grass is delicious.  But we won’t be having it much longer…

See you next time.

Roscoe xx

Bertie in tthe tunnel

The sun has stopped shining on me

It’s sunny today.  Yesterday was dull and wet and windy.  Mummy still went out in her golfing uniform.  I think she has a special coat for golfing in rain.

I have noticed that the sun has stopped shining on the end of my cage.  This is very puzzling.

When I was upstairs, the sun didn’t shine on my run until after Midge died.  Then it started shining on the end of my run in the afternoons.  Mummy moved my water-bottle so it didn’t get shined on.

Bertie at end of run

Then when I came downstairs, after Percy died, the sun shone on my waterbottle earlier in the day, but after it had checked out Biggles’s cage.  You could tell it was coming because it would stop shining on Biggles’s cage, (although Mummy had a cloth across the end of it so his waterbottle was in shade), and then it would come to mine.  So Mummy put a cloth across the top of my cage too.

Bertie in the grey cage

It was strange, because then it tried to creep forward to get in the cage anyway.  Then it gave up and started to move further back, and now it’s stopped shining in my cage at all, although it’s still looking in Biggles’ cage.  But not for long.

Mummy took the cloth off my cage today saying I didn’t need it any more, because it’s getting towards autumn.

So I’ve been sitting in my tunnel, watching the sun move across the wall and puzzling it all out.

It’s still a puzzle.  I don’t think it’s anything to do with Midge or Percy, though.  That was just coincidence.

The sun’s still there when we go out in the garden.  Mummy moves us around a lot, but we have small runs with lots of grass in them.  Do we prefer large runs with no grass or small runs with lots of grass? Tough call.

So many things to think about.  I’d better have some hay while I chew it over.

Love

Bertie xx