We’re in mourning for Seven Weeks

Way-aye, Roscoe here. And it’ll be just me for a while, since Nev and Biggles don’t want to learn to blog. Sorry about that. I hope you don’t get bored with me.

I must never say things seems settled again. There we were, all comfy like, with a nice routine, and then Bertie says “I’m going to stay in my tunnel today.” Then he says “I’m feeling funny.” And Mam takes him to the vet two days in a row, and on the third day he goes over the Rainbow Bridge.

He was only three. Mam says that’s no age at all. She sits with us and tells us things, most of which I don’t understand. I know she’s fretting that she should have realised Bertie was ill sooner, but really, Mam, he wasn’t. Tuesday he was out on the grass with the rest of us, enjoying himself. Wednesday he was a little subdued, but we thought he was just having a tummy upset.

Trouble is, as Auntie Sophie said, he packed an awful lot of character into that little body. Always getting into things he shouldn’t be doing, winding me up so I go with him. I really miss our little excursions down the hallway and into the front room. And everything else we got up to. It wasn’t much fun sitting in among the tents in their storage area yesterday morning, although I suppose I’ll keep doing it, cos it’s nice.

Anyway. Mam says we’ll be in mourning for the next seven weeks, as is right and proper. I’m glad she knows our traditional customs. Seven weeks is the same length of time since we moved in properly, and all Mam’s furniture arrived. It’ll go quick, Mam, don’t you worry.

I wish I could say Bertie will be back with you next week, but he won’t. It’s just me from now on.

Keep safe and don’t go out catching anything.

Love

Roscoe xxxx

Grass is good – and long!

Hello, Bertie here.

We’ve been out on the grass again, nearly every day for lots of hours. I hate to say it but Roscoe was right. Our run moved back towards the wooden hut called the summerhouse, and Mummy cut the rest of the grass with the orange machine. It’s ready to cut again, though. Mummy says she’ll do it today.

Apparently it’s going to be cooler this week, with rain as well. So we won’t go out. We’ve done a pretty good job on the grass, even though I say it myself. The bit we had this weekend was really lush. Mummy put the shade tunnel over it to encourage us to eat it.

Then she put the big rails up and I thought we were going to get a smaller pen, but no. She did it just to put the shade cover up for us. And while we were mowing under that, she put a thin white curtain up to give us some protection from the early morning sun. She thinks of everything, doesn’t she?

So that’s everything from me, apart from a ‘get well soon’ message to Digby.

See you next time

love

Bertie xxxx

Biggles in the new garden

Runs and runs, and runs!

Hello! Bertie here again.

We are all keeping our distance from everyone except our immediate household. Roscoe and I had an argument about it in the garden and I won! I hope you are too.

We were out in the garden for the, um, seventh? day in a row. We have two days in the run, then it moves. It’s been moving across the garden. Then yesterday it took a step down the garden. Roscoe says it’s going to come back across next, but I say it’s going to continue down. We didn’t argue about that. We argued about who was going to give way in the tunnel.

It’s been lovely and sunny, and warm, and we’ve enjoyed the runs on the grass a lot.

Now when we go back in afterwards we find Mummy’s been working on new runs for us inside. They’ll take the place of our cages. I’ll be back in a nice 3×2 panel run. Roscoe and Neville will share a 4×2. Biggles is getting a funny shaped one which adds up to a 3×2, but fits our space better. Mummy says she likes to be able to walk round the back of Biggles’s cage to clean it.

Anyway, we’ll post photos when it’s finished.

Keep well

love

Bertie xxxx

Bertie's ramp

I’m having loads of fun!

Hello, Bertie here again.

Roscoe told you last week we’re in our new house and room, and Mummy’s busy unpacking. She was very pleased yesterday because she finally found the kitchen cutlery. That’s what she said and it sounds important. She made herself a nice stew with red pepper and fennel and carrot and parsley in it. I know because we got the end bits of the carrots, the red pepper, the parsley and the cut-off bits of fennel.

You know I learnt to jump out of my cage and run around the living room checking up on everyone? Well, big news!

Mummy has put a ramp for me to climb back into my cage!

She leaves it up for most of the day, and leaves the top of my cage open. She only closes the top and takes the ramp away in the evening. It’s FANTASTIC! Any time I want to go exploring, or to stretch my legs, I jump out of the cage, and then when I’ve had enough, I go back in!

Actually, it’s quite boring when I’m out, because I’m the only one, and Mummy has cleared up all our smells from the morning run. But still. She does talk to me, and if I want a head scritch I can go and ask her for one.

If she’s not in the living room, that is. Roscoe and I aren’t allowed in the living room any more. There are lots of things in there that weren’t there before. But Mummy doesn’t want us leaving our messages on the carpet behind the big blue sitting thing. We still get our morning cuddles there, with Mummy sitting on the big blue sitting thing.

So, I like it here.

There’s going to be grass too. Mummy’s been picking us some handfuls of grass in the afternoon, but it won’t be long till we’re out on the new grass. Mummy’s having to water it at the moment. She said she should have started doing that a week ago. I think she’s worried about it, but I’m sure it’s growing.

See you next time.

Love

Bertie xxxx

All By Myself… again

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

That Bertie told you the news last week: I’m all by myself again.

To tell the truth, it’s not bad. I can sit beside Neville’s run, and chew on the bars a bit if I want a chat. Most times he comes over. Sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he comes and sits by the bars when I’m doing something else, so if I’m too busy I ignore him.

I noticed yesterday, no Saturday, he and Biggles got a clean underpad. Normally we get an underpad and new fleece at the same time, about every five days, although Mam does change those disposable pads more often. I wonder if Mam’s realised that it’s Neville who’s been weeing a lot, not me. I know she took us both to see Dr Sally after Christmas, because she was worried one of us had something the matter, but Dr Sally couldn’t see anything obvious. I quite like seeing Dr Sally. After she’s had a good feel of my tummy, which is a bit uncomfortable sometimes, she gives me a cuddle, which makes up for it.

So anyway, Mam’s worked out what needs doing, my feet are getting better because I keep my fleece drier, and Biggles and Neville are getting to stay drier with the extra pad change.

Bertie’s his usual self. Although Mam’s a bit disappointed with him, as he’s taken to nipping her cheek when he’s on her shoulder at cucumber time, if he wants more or wants to go for a run. She told him off severely yesterday. A lot of good that’ll do, Mam!

We’re waiting to find out if we’re going to Hampshire next weekend. Mam wants to go, but if she’s going for a few nights she’ll take us with her and have a little holiday too. Or do some decorating. She says the wifi should be working on Saturday, so we might be able to blog.

Bertie was all worried we wouldn’t be able to blog and remind you it’s his birthday the following Friday. Biggles and Bertie will be THREE years old. Doesn’t time fly? Mam thinks I’m five now, and Neville four, but Neville might be the same as me, she doesn’t know. Neither do I, I never thought age was important.

Anyway, Mam says we’ll be back here for a birthday party that weekend, so there’ll be pictures next time I blog 🙂

See you then, have a good week. January is nearly over, and the afternoons stay lighter longer. Mam didn’t put our light on till 4 pm yesterday!

Roscoe

xxx