first day of spring grass 2019

It’s spring! We have proof!

Bertie here, full of the joys of spring!

We went out in the garden for the first time this year at the weekend.

I thought it was a bit scary, all that sky above my head, so I hid under my tent.  I still ate the grass I found there.  I thought it was a bit cold on my feet, but nice under the shelter of the tent.

Biggles ran around with Roscoe and Neville!  I know he’s been spending time with them on the floor, and more time than I have.  I usually say hi and good-bye to Roscoe at floor time.  Sometimes we get to bump noses, but usually if Mummy’s got my tent out I’ll go into that to avoid any confrontation. If there’s something we don’t argue about we can spend a while longer together these days.  But I didn’t realise that Biggles had actually made friends with them.  Turncoat.  I knew there was a good reason I didn’t like him.

Here are some pictures of us out on the grass.  The white thing is the netting over the new seeds.  Mummy’s sown carrots, salad leaves and something else for us in there. On the left is the bed with the veg that’s been growing all winter; swiss chard which we get for breakfast some days, curly endive (the same) and broad beans which will pod in a couple of months, Mummy says.  And on the far right, behind the lavender, there are baby pea plants growing.  That’s baby plants, not baby peas.

Next week we start the A to Z thing.  I’m very excited about it.

See you in a couple of weeks,

Bertie

xx

PS Did you see my interview with Joshua?

PPS.  Mummy says we can come off our special low fat diet pellets because it’s made no difference to our weights.  This is the latest chart.

Slimmers World part 2 and my bid for stardom

Way-aye there, Roscoe here again.

Hope you’re all doing well.  We’ve had nice sunshine the last couple of days, and Mam hasn’t been wearing lots of clothes (plenty but not lots of woolly ones).  She says it’s only February so don’t expect to go out on the grass yet.  But I know there’s photos of past piggies on the grass in February, so I’m getting me hopes up.

Mam is very disappointed with our diets.  I think she’s disappointed with her own, to be honest, since she tries hard during the week and then she says it all goes wrong at weekends.  I told her we should dole out her food, but she doesn’t listen.

Mind you, this starving us hasn’t had much effect so far.  It’s hard to tell though, because if you’ve just had a wee it could make you weigh a lot less.  Mam’s done something clever with her pictures to give you this chart of our weight loss over the four weeks.

our weights Feb 16

Neville’s line is at the top.  You can see that after the black line that shows when we started these slimming things he’s dipped below the 1700 gms line.  So maybe it’s helping him.  He certainly comes and stretches up for his cucumber and things from Mam, so maybe that’s helping.

The next line is Biggles. I don’t know what he’s eating, but he’s not been losing any, and Mam’s very disappointed with him.  She says he’s a bit more active though.  Bertie’s the next one down. If I was feeling kind I’d say he’s lost a bit in the last couple of weeks, but since he put it on to start with, he’s only a tiny bit less.

And then there’s me.  I’m the lightest of us anyway.  Mam says that’s no excuse, I’m heavier than ‘huge Hugo’ ever was.  I suppose that bursts my bubble a bit, but not much.  I was doing well till that birthday party, so I reckon we can blame it all on your cake, Mam.

Mam says we’re continuing with the diet till we’ve got through all the special food.  Well, it’s fairly tasty when you get used to it, so that’s okay.  I miss the occasional carrot though.

I’m a star!

Roscoe eating hay

It’s an exciting week coming up, ‘cos I’m on Furkid Friday this coming Friday.  Don’t miss it.  This is the link, but don’t click it till Friday as it won’t work till then.  You get to meet Joshua, and he interviews me, and there are pictures, too.  You’ve probably seen the pictures before, mind.

And here’s Joshua in his cage!

Degu Joshua Zigler

…and we’re still thinking about Auntie Tori, who says she’s had her operation and is home recovering.  Get well soon, Auntie Tori ❤

Roscoe and Neville2019

Slimmers World, first report

Hi there, Roscoe here.

Well, we’ve been eating these pellets for over a week now, and we’re all okay with them.  They’re not perfect, but you kinda get used to them.  I reckon in a week or two I’ll be saying they’re right tasty.

Update on our weights: Bertie is about the same.  Biggles went up 10 grams and down twenty grams.  That could be just that he’s wee’d or not.  I’ve done much the same. Saturday I was up 10 grams, but Mam says I’m doing okay really.  Neville’s a little star, he put on 20 grams the first week and lost 40 this week.

What I notice about Neville is he’s much keener to poke his nose into stuff and find tasty things to eat.  He used to just laze around and eat what was in front of him.  He even stood up against the cage side the other day when it was cucumber time.  Mam is real pleased with him being more mobile, but she doesn’t hear him moan that he’s starving.  He’s desperate for that cucumber!

I think the ready-grass is helping because it changes what we think of as food.  Mam’s putting it in our bowls, and it’s really difficult to have an empty bowl when you’ve got bits of grass in it.  We have managed to lick them clean on a couple of days though.  But we’ve always got lots of hay, so we can eat that, and play in it, and hide in it, and that keeps us from feeling hungry.

Mam says she’s doing well on her own diet some days, and not so good on others. But she’s doing her best, and she’s been doing more exercise too.  I think she does a lot of moving around to some special music she puts on every evening. Maybe we should have some music to move around to, too, Mam.

At least we’re all suffering together.

See you next time

Roscoe xxx