Roscoe solo

All change again!

Hello, Bertie here!

I’m pleased to tell you I’ve been a very good boy this week, and Mummy’s very happy with me.

Roscoe, on the other hand, is in the doghouse. I wonder why they call it a doghouse? He’s moved into Biggles cage and Biggles has moved in with Neville again.

Mummy got fed up with the way Roscoe kept on at Neville. Then she saw a video from Auntie Sophie with some boars she was match-making with, and showed them starting to face up to each other, so she separated them. Well, Neville and Roscoe have been doing that for weeks. So the next time they started, Mummy decided it was time to separate them.

She did this last summer, if you remember. After about four weeks Roscoe and Neville spent most of their time lying together with the cage panel separating them, so she decided they’d made up.

This time, Roscoe has been lying next to the fence panel, but Neville has kept well away. Then when Neville was by the fence panel, Roscoe went to the other end of his cage and nonchalantly ate some pellets. Apparently, because their fence panel is underneath my cage, so I have to guess what’s going on, although Biggles will tell me if I ask him politely enough.

So that’s where we are at the moment. And Mummy took a picture of the big hole in the wall they made last week.

Apparently it’s been filled in with glass doors, so it doesn’t get cold and wet indoors. Looks like there’s some nice grass there to be explored, doesn’t it?

More news next week. Hope you have a nice week with not too many holes in your walls.

Love

Bertie xxxxx

Y is for Yesterday, Youth and Yummy

Blogging from A to Z

Waye-aye all, it’s Roscoe back again.

Y is the second last letter of our A to Z Challenge.  It’s taken us a long time to get here, yet it seems like only Yesterday since we started.

Yesterday was Sunday and we spent a few hours out in the garden.  Mam gave us a very large run, and then let the Youths in to a bit we’d been in. Youths is what we now call the Littlies, the three that Mam’s been fostering, since they’re much bigger now, and behaving more like teenagers than anything else.

Mam’s been telling me off for being grouchy with everyone, including Neville, but I’m not as bad as Bertie, who came out of his run somehow on Tuesday, and attacked Biggles most unkindly.  I don’t know Y he does it.  Biggles had a bite on his cheek, but Mam says it’s healed up fine.  Yesterday Young Eclipse got through one of the fence panels and came to see us oldies.  We were very polite to him, and Mam saw him and came to collect him.  He seemed quite polite too.  I wonder why Mam hasn’t introduced us on the kitchen floor like she did the other two?  I liked the white one, but the ginger one didn’t like being with me at all. Even though we chat when we’re out in the garden. They are going to be leaving us this week, to go to a new home, I think.

There’s not much Yummy grass left in the garden.  We occasionally find a new patch under the shade of the wall, but there’s none under the tree on the other side because that trees taken all the moisture. Mam says we might as well have as big a run as she can make in case we find some we’ve missed.

We’re going down to Hampshire again next weekend, and I hope there’ll be some yummy grass there. Mam says not to hope too much, as they’ve had no more rain than we have.  Apparently it’s wet where all the gardening programmes come from.

Y was a very difficult letter.  Bertie’s got Z next week, which could be just as bad.

Mind you, Mam gave us some Yellow corn Yesterday.  That was Yummy.

See you next time!

Roscoe xxx

Neville and Biggles eXchanged

X is for Cross and crossover and eXchanging houses

Hi there, Bertie here.

We’re getting close to the end of our A to Z Challenge, and we’re starting to wonder what we’ll do next.  I’m sure well think of something.

This week Mummy gave me the idea for X.

She’s been wondering why Roscoe and Neville are getting X (cross) with each other. They bicker for a bit, then there’s rumbling, and then Roscoe starts chasing Neville around the run until he turns and they have a stand-off. Mummy got so cross with them after putting them back in their newly clean cages last weekend that she picked Roscoe up and put him in Biggles’ cage, and put Biggles in with Neville.  Then a few hours later, when I was telling Biggles off through the bars for being there, she picked me up and swapped me over with Roscoe!

Roscoe was a bit happier because he can see Neville through the bars and talk to him, but he’s not actually happy.  He’s not so cross though.  I think Mummy doing all this crossing and exchanging is a bit much, but she does funny things, and we all settled down, anyway. Except I think Roscoe is really unhappy he’s not with Neville.

I think he should make up his mind.

Mummy tried to exchange Roscoe with Biggles again on yesterday’s big clean-out. We have daily clean-outs, but on the big clean-outs she exchanges our dirty things for clean ones. She told Roscoe sternly that if he starts trying to fight him, he’s back on his own again, and he was chasing and kicking Nev when they went out on the grass. So when we went in they eXchanged again.

Sigh.  I just keep myself to myself and stay out of trouble. Unless Biggles is around, because he makes me cross.

Next week, Roscoe’s back here with Y, which is a very good question, and then I get to finish with Z. Mummy has come up with some long words beginning with Z for me to think about.

Love

Bertie xxx

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

We have grass! (well, just a little)

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.

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

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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