Roscoe's Christmas gift 2018

The Last Day of the Year

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

It’s the last day of the year, Mam reckons.  She also says she doesn’t really know what day it is, although she did manage to turn up on the right day for her golf and to collect Uncle James, who’s staying at the moment. I reckon I saw Uncle James last year, but I don’t remember him too well. He seems like a nice chap, anyway.

Last week, the day after Bertie posted, it was Christmas day.  We had presents that Mam helped us unwrap while we had our Christmas morning cuddles.  Neville and I have a wonderful box with hay inside it and grass on the outside.  It makes a lovely noise when we chew it, too.  Bertie and Biggles are jealous, even though they each got a couple of tasty sticks that hang on the side of the cage.

What we didn’t reckon on was Mam deciding we’d got invisible mites making us scratch too much.  Well, something was kind of itchy.  Even Bertie started scratching , so Mam stuck some wet stuff behind our ears the day after Christmas.  It was okay at first, and the next day, but as time went on I didn’t feel like eating much, and neither did Nev or Bertie. Mammy asked us if we were poorly, we were so quiet.

But next day we felt fine again, and she weighed us all and said we were still too heavy and hadn’t lost any weight last week. It was all those yummy carrots we had on our holiday, Mammy.

Between you and me, I reckon Mam’s been eating too many carrots this Christmas too.  She says we all have to do more exercise and eat less starting today and onwards into the new year. I’ll be right behind you, Mam.

Happy new year!

love

Roscoe

xxxxx

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Our Christmas Box

Way-aye. Roscoe here. And I’m to reassure you that Percy is fine, he’s lookin’ bonny, and he’ll probably be back here next week.

Roscoe with parsley

I have to introduce you to me and my mate Neville. I think me Mam told you all about us last August, so I’d be repeatin’ myself like, or Percy, or the like, so I’ll give you a quick rundown.

I was all happy enough in me home up on Tyneside and Neville and I had been together a while. I don’t right remember when he arrive, to tell the truth, but we’d been okay in our cage for a good while. Then one day our family left. It was all quiet for a day or so, then the landlord came in to check the house, and found us there. He was very nice about it, and gave us food whenever he visited, which was often, until Auntie Layla had room for us. Then we went to stay with her and the kiddies and all the other guineas there. We had a nice summer, lots of grass time, and then we were all neatened up and told we were going on a journey.

Well, that was a long journey!  Very comfy, mind, but still a long way. Two trains, changing boxes in Newcastle station, then a couple of hours later we got into a car and two more hours till we arrived with Mam and the boyos here.

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Roscoe and Neville arrive

And you know the rest because you’ve seen the film and you’ve probably got the tee-shirt.

We’ve been havin’ a neat time here. We like our cage and enjoyed the grass time. Then Christmas arrived. It’s kind of a big deal here, with photos with the santa hats and all.

Roscoe prefers Neville's hat
Roscoe fancies Neville’s hat

Then we got our Christmas present.

It’s a lovely box with grass on the outside and grass and hay and lovely herby things on the inside. Oh yes, we got that super furry tunnel, too. We like that.

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Roscoe loves the grassy box

At least it was a nice box. Mam’s going to put the photos up for me to show you the lifecycle of the grassy box.  There’s just a wee bitty bit left of it now, but it’s been great fun, I can tell you. If you ever want to buy your guinea pig a great gift, I recommend it.

Neville & Roscoe with a bit of box

That’s all from me this week. Enjoy yourself, won’t you.

We wish you a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year

Percy here.  This is our last post of the year, since next week is Christmas and the following Monday is New Year’s Day.  Mummy says we can have those days off.

Oscar

We lost Oscar from our gang on Thursday.  He’d been under Dr Sally’s watchful eye all year, and between her and Mummy they’d been treating him for organ damage from internal fungal infections and heart disease.  Mummy knew about the fungal thing from Cambridge Cavy Trust, but Dr Sally was more confident of the heart condition.  Anyway, Oscar had a good year, and enjoyed himself, and was perky all the way up until Tuesday, when Mummy got worried about him.  He went over the Rainbow Bridge during the night on Thursday morning. I expect Kevin took him in hand and showed him around. We’re now in mourning until the beginning of February. Seven weeks is the proper period of mourning in guinea pig customs.

Mummy had a sixth sense about him because she took a photo of him with his brother Midge on Wednesday.  They fell out with each other years ago, before I came, and never spoke to each other at floor time.

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On Friday we had our Christmas photos taken.  You can see what charmers we are in our hats.  Roscoe wasn’t impressed with his santa hat.  I put up with it to please Mummy.  Bertie wouldn’t stay still, he got really over-excited and Midge and I had to tell him off.  Biggles was over-awed by it all and stayed completely still while Mummy took photos, as did Neville.  Midge and I are old hands at hat photos, of course.

I wonder what we’ll get for Christmas?  Maybe Mummy will post photos next week.

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Do you get Christmas presents?

There’s a lot of stuff about Christmas presents around at the moment.  I seem to remember that last year we got our blue pattern beds and tunnels.  I got the bed, and I really enjoyed it until Biggles and Bertie came along.

I realised the other day that this has been my problem, really.  I had a nice quiet life here, in a large cage on my own.  Then they came and I uncled them until they were getting feisty, and Mummy moved me (and my bed) upstairs to live with Midge. We lived next door to each other for a bit, then Biggles and Bertie fell out, and I moved in with Midge (with my bed) and Bertie came to live next door.

Midge sleeping

Most of the time Midge and I get along okay. I let him sleep on my bed and he lets me sleep in his tunnel.  Just lately he’s been bossing me a lot, and I don’t like that.  Sometimes I have to complain loudly.  Mummy gets worried about us then.

The other day we were really having arguments with each other – about who lay in the tunnel, I think -and Mummy decided to see if I should have a break.  She swapped me and Bertie over.  Bertie and Midge lasted about an hour before she decided that wasn’t working, so she put Bertie back with me. I thought it was nice of her to keep my bed with me, by the way.  She’s very thoughtful that way.

Bertie and I managed most of the day together, but towards the evening he started to get on my nerves.  He just invades my space, you know?  All the time, he wanted to sit next to me.  Or in front of me with his nose in my face.  Well eventually I had to tell him to go away, and we had a bit of an argument.

So Mummy put me back with Midge.  And my bed.

percy midge sleeping

I suppose, in the end, it’s how it must be.  Midge and I are grumping along as usual. It’s fine.

I wonder what we’re going to get for Christmas this year?  Bertie says he wants a snuggle-sac, but he’s got one he doesn’t use.  I think Midge and I could do with another bed so that we can each sleep on our own.  The boys downstairs probably don’t need much.  Some extra hay, or special herby things, perhaps.

What would you like for Christmas?

 

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The Day After Christmas Day

Sorry we’re a bit late.  It was a busy day with presents, food, more food, and then we stayed up late while Mummy watched films.  Uncle James was there too.  I don’t know him very well, but he seems nice.

Here’s our day in pictures.