I’m totally adorable!

I am smart, good-looking, will cuddle up to you if you need me, and I’m totally adorable.

Bertie
Bertie

So why does Mummy say I’m a monster?

Okay, that Roscoe told tales about me fighting him a few weeks ago.

Biggles in his run

And when I sneaked into Bertie’s run while Mummy was snoozing on Friday evening, well, it was his own fault we got into a fight.  It was nothing to do with me. Why he was hiding in his tent, crying, when Mummy woke up, I have no idea.  He’s a big baby.  I was just in his tunnel, making sure next door’s cat didn’t intrude on our territory.

Apparently, apart from lots of patches where his hair has been pulled out, Biggles has a big bite on his back. Mummy’s put him straight onto Roscoe’s medicine before my germs can get nasty.  MY germs?  I reckon they’re Biggles’ germs.  Or Roscoe’s even, leaving them lying around wherever he’s been.  He goes everywhere, that chap. AND he’s been eating the bottom of the hay bag so the hay drops onto the floor.  That’s quite clever, actually.  I wish I’d thought of that.

But I don’t do things like eat hay bags.  I’m a good boy.  I’m totally adorable!

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Sometimes it’s hot and sometimes it’s not

Hello everybody, it’s Bertie here.

Some days last week were nice.  When Mummy got home she put us out in the garden in the runs and it was very nice.  She put the covers across the cages depending on how hot it was and how late it was.  Later the sun doesn’t seem quite so warm.

Nev and Ros in the shade of the fence

I had the middle run this week, between Roscoe & Neville near the fence, and Biggles nearest the path.  It was nice to see everybody but I find the sky a bit scary, so I rested in the tunnel or under my tent when there wasn’t anything else to do.

Bertie in tthe tunnel

The grass seems to be getting a bit dry.  I suppose I shouldn’t complain, but it is.  Mummy said the grass under the plum tree is very dry, even dryer than mine.  We didn’t go out yesterday because it was a ‘bit cool’ as Mummy says, and she brought us in some grass.  There wasn’t very much, and most of it was drying, but it was very tasty all the same.

Mummy says we need rain, but only at night.  I’m not sure that’s the way it works, Mummy.

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Roscoe

Grass at last!

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

We’ve had some lovely days of weather, and some lovely grass time too. Mam brought us in last night when we’d only been out a wee while, but then she came back after bein’ out at golf all day.  She did that Friday too. But she’s been givin’ us an hour or two in the garden each day, and that’s nice.  She’s also been givin’ us some nice fresh leaves from the garden each morn’n – yum!

Mostly we’ve been runnin’ in a nice large area between the veggie patches and the patio thing. I think we’ve done a grand job of mowin’ that, so I hope we go out to a new patch today.

Bertie has had his own little stretch of grass that goes around the corner to meet up with Biggles and Percy, then their bit comes back alongside the veggie patch to meet us.  I like bein’ able to speak to all of them.  I spend a fair few minutes each day standin’ at the bars, whifflin’ at them to come across and chat.  Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t.  Depends how busy they are with the mowin’, I’d say.

I reckon Bertie isn’t eatin’ anywhere near enough of his grass.  It’s easy to say well, he’s only one person, but he’s done less than half what Biggles and Percy have eaten. Then again, Neville and I have a patch that’s more than twice Bertie’s, and we’ve been ‘very diligent’, as Mam would say.

I don’t think Mam’s taken any photos, though, so you’ll have to make do with old ones.

April grass

Did you notice that young Bertie blogged again last week?  Percy says he’s right grown-up since Midge died. Aye, it’s an experience to be with a pig near the end of his life.  Makes you think.

Apart from Percy’s lump, we’re all fine here.  Percy says sometimes he’s fine, sometimes he’s not.  He gets by though.  He’s a bonny lad.

Kevin likes his cakeSee you next time.

PS Percy reminded me that it’s Kevin’s anniversary on Wednesday so we might be a bit sad that day.  But I never knew Kevin, so Neville and I will just be respectful, like.

A very exciting week

Roscoe here.  Glad to see you again.  I gather a few had a wee problem with the accent, like.  Sorry bout that, but Mam says she likes it.

This week was very exciting.  We had a birthday party for young Biggles and his brother Bertie.  You know I’m not right friendly with Bertie.  And Percy filled me in on events between Biggles and Bertie.  It sounds like Bertie’s as bad with his brother as he is with me.

Biggles first birthday cake

Anyhow, Biggles invited Neville and me to his party, which was on the floor in the living room.  That was different!  We don’t usually run around there.  There was a nice warm blanket with something crinkly underneath.  Mam says it’s a plastic tablecloth to protect her floor carpet. Oh, I get you 😉

I had fun exploring, and nosing around the things there, and I found some shiny things up at the side, apparently they spelled out summat, but I don’t read long words too well, especially when the letters are twice the size of meself.  Neville discovered the birthday cake and spent nearly all his time there.  Well, it was nice, and I did have some. Just not that much. Biggles was a bit shy of it too.  He had a good rumble at me instead.

I gather the others had a second party with a separate birthday cake which Midge spent most of his time eating.  Midge and Neville – I wonder what they’d do if they lived together?!

Neville’s teeth are growing along okay.  Mam took more photos this weekend to show you how they go, week on week.  Neville hasn’t lost any weight, mind.

And my lump has finally gone away (touch wood, Mam says), and I’ve finished one of the antibiotics and Mam says I can finish the other on Thursday.  Of course it’s the horrid tasting one that lasts longer.  I cannot wait for Thursday.

Have a nice week!

roscoe neville

I met Roscoe and Neville last week

Hi!  Bertie here!  It’s been a busy week for Mummy but at least when she went out early she gave us lots of food, and most days she came back in time to give us a nice run in the garden.

I’ve met the two new boys, Roscoe and Neville.  Roscoe is white, and quite big, although not as big as Midge (nobody in the world is as big as Midge – although Mummy’s taller).  Neville looks big but he isn’t, he’s just very hairy.  Midge says he looks like Dylan from the front and Dougall from the back and he’s as shy as Dougall.  That doesn’t mean a thing to me.  Percy says Midge is right, though. Oscar says Midge is right as well, and Oscar hardly ever agrees with Midge.

Here are lots of pictures of us in the garden.  Mummy has some moving pictures too, which she’ll tell you about later.