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

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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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Neville and Roscoe

All change!

Hi there, Roscoe here.

Well, it’s been a very strange couple of weeks, and I can’t say I like all the changes.

First Percy was ill.  He was all wobbly for a day or so, and Mam took him with her when she went away for a couple of days.  When she came back Percy had gone over the Rainbow Bridge.  I can’t say I was surprised.  He’d been poorly underneath all his bravery.  He’d had this lump on his jawbone ever since we’d known him, and it wasn’t going to get better.  He was having medicine to help him feel okay, but he was fed up with it. Nice about it, mind, but still fed up.

Bertie misses him a lot, so does Mam. And we get through floor time ever so quick now.

Bertie hiding

Mam does us in a different order, now Bertie’s come down to live in a cage opposite us.  We hardly saw him that first week, he was so distressed.  Not sure whether it was losing Percy or being in a strange cage.  He started to come out of hisself after a few days.  He’s got a ledge he can sit on and see us better. I stand on the side of my cage and look right back.  I don’t get to chat with him on the floor, though.  Mam puts me down with Neville, just as right and proper, but Biggles and Bertie each have some time chatting to Neville too.  He’s says they’re nice boys. Not sure he knows what a nice boy is, mind.

Roscoe keeping an eye on Bertie

He’s been acting strange recently.  A lot of weeks now he’s been right antsy about me.  Tells me to mind my own business and stop playing with him, and then gets all cross with me.  I don’t know what’s come over him.  He used to be such a quiet, amiable chap.  If I said move over, he’d move over quiet as a lamb.  Now I have to assert my authority, like.  Then he argues.  What’s more, Mam and Biggles and Bertie all side with him. I can’t see it myself.  He’s getting to be a right pian to live with.  And anyway, how come Bertie and Biggles get a cage each and we have to share?  I asked Mam and she said it was better for me to share with Neville, more company.  I’d be lonely on my own, she said.

Yeah, right.  But he wouldn’t argue with me, would he?

Maybe he’s just upset with all the changes too.  He used to spend time chatting to Percy.  They all did.  I did too, when we were on the grass.  He was a lovely chap.

Roscoe
What’s over there?

Never mind.  I hope we go out for some more grass today.  I like grass.  That never changes.

A very strange week

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.

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.

We’ve been going outside

Mummy’s been very busy this week.  I thought it meant we’d be stuck indoors. But it was so warm and the evenings are nice and light.  So when Mummy came home, she put us out in our runs.

 

I run around with Oscar, just like in the mornings.  He’s very bossy, though.   Then today, Midge kept bossing Kevin.  Kevin didn’t like it, and Mummy changed the run so Kevin had his own space.  He was happy then.  Midge kept biting the bars to get to him.  I don’t know what’s up with Oscar and Midge. I hide in the tunnel when Oscar tries to be bossy with me.

They’re just being boars, Mummy says.  Bores, I’d call it!