W for Wheeking very loudly #AtoZChallenge

Hark the Herald Kevin Sings
Hark the Herald Kevin Sings

Hello! I’m Kevin.  I’m a ginger and white guinea pig and I look after both George’s Guinea Pig World and our Facebook page.  Percy and I have been sharing the workload for our A to Z Challenge this year, and I’ll be doing this last week.

Our theme is “Our Favourite Things” – and I hope you’re not tired out from all this blog-visiting!


wW is for Wheeking very loudly

Wheeking is one of the noisiest noises we make.  It’s a very loud squeak, calling for attention, preferably with food attached.  Mummy says most of us haven’t been very noisy pigs, and her friends all say their pigs wheek a lot.  We whicker a lot, or chatter, or mutter, and Midge has a very private conversation with Mummy every morning when she picks him up for their cuddle.

But Percy!  Percy is the loudest piggy there’s ever been here.  And he wheeks a lot.  Although perhaps Dougall wheeked just as loud when he wheeked, which wasn’t often, and it usually meant he was confused about something.  I think he wheeked loudly because he was deaf, so he didn’t know how loud he was.  Percy just wheeks to get attention.  He is very noisy when he thinks it’s cucumber time, or breakfast time, or Mummy’s late for something else.  I tell you, he’s loud even when I’m upstairs and he’s down in the kitchen.  He’s THAT loud.

Percy
Percy

If we can find any videos where someone is wheeking, we’ll let you know.

Tomorrow it’s the letter X.  That’s Xciting!

U for Under the cages #AtoZChallenge

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Hello! I’m Kevin.  I’m a ginger and white guinea pig and I look after both George’s Guinea Pig World and our Facebook page.  Percy and I have been sharing the workload for our A to Z Challenge this year, and I’ll be doing this last week.

Our theme is “Our Favourite Things” – and I hope you’re not tired out from all this blog-visiting!


uU is for Under the Cages

One of our favourite places to run around and explore is underneath things.  I think it’s because our ancestors spent a lot of time in tunnels underground, and of course we are prey species, so underneath things is safer.  Our cages in the kitchen are mainly on tables, with things like boxes, feedbins and things like that underneath them.  But there’s also plenty of room for us!

This video must have been in about 2012, soon after Colman and I came to live here. Colman pokes his nose out between Dougall and Dylan, who look quite young, less than a year old. Victor and Humphrey and Hector are wandering around too.  The Jubilee Seven ride again!  I’m the only one left 😦

Tomorrow it’s letter V – and you’ll never guess what we’ve chosen for that!

T for Tunnels #AtoZChallenge

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Hello! I’m Kevin.  I’m a ginger and white guinea pig and I look after both George’s Guinea Pig World and our Facebook page.  Percy and I have been sharing the workload for our A to Z Challenge this year, and I’ll be doing this last week.

Our theme is “Our Favourite Things” – and I hope you’re not tired out from all this blog-visiting!  I’ve had an upset tummy for the last couple of weeks, but I’m feeling a lot better now.


tT is for Tunnels…

… although it could also be for TENTS.

We have lots of tunnels, some soft and cosy ones, some cardboard ones, and some covered with dry grass which we can nibble.  There’s also a blue fabric one, the same as our tent fabric, which we use out of doors.  Tunnels are lovely to snuggle up in or run through, and they make a great shelter when we’re in the garden and fancy a snooze.

When Mummy first got guinea pigs, that was Fred and George, she used to carry them around in the cardboard tunnels called chubes, which she thought might be safer if she ever tripped over.  Later when she got the tents, she realised that not only are they good for sheltering from the sun (and rain if she forgets to bring us in and it starts raining), but also, for carrying us from the house to the garden and so on.  And then when she did that, we all knew what was what, so when she shakes our tents at us we come and get in them to be taken in (or out).  Mostly.  Sometimes if we really don’t want to come in she has to be a little stern with us.  But we know when she really means it.

She’s learnt from our Looks at her when we want to come in.  I think Fred taught her to watch for his Look, and I managed to give her the same Look, which she understands.  So we’ve done quite well at training Mummy over the years.

Here’s a moving picture of Dylan playing with his tent and tunnels in the garden, and Dougall too.

And here’s a picture of Midge coming into his tent at the end of floor-time in the morning.

Come back tomorrow and see us doing something Unusual!!

I for Indoors #AtoZChallenge

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Hi, Kevin here.  We’re into the second week of the A to Z Challenge, and in case you’re just visiting, I’m a six year old ginger and white guinea pig.  This blog was started by Fred and George, Mummy’s very first guinea pigs.  She writes books about them too.

Our A to Z Challenge theme is “Our Favourite Things”


iI is for Indoors

We are indoor guinea pigs.  We have cages and runs in the house, and Mummy lets us run around in the kitchen every day.  Sometimes we get a special treat and run around in the living room on a special blanket.  That’s usually for special events like winter birthday parties.  Summer birthday parties are usually in the garden.

Here are some pictures of us indoors.

If you go to our Youtube Playlist you’ll find lots of moving pictures of us running around indoors.  Mummy’s found this one of me and Colman running around on the floor, about six months after we came here. The floor does get swept after we’ve all finished!  I’d forgotten about this.  It’s four years ago already.

G for Grass #AtoZChallenge

Percy enjoying spring grass
Percy enjoying spring grass

Hello and welcome to George’s Guinea Pig World.  I’m Percy, and I run this place with Kevin.  George set it up in 2009, which is before I was born.  I live with Bertie & Biggles in a nice cage next to Oscar, and his brother Midge lives next to Kevin.

Our A to Z theme is “Our Favourite Things”


gG is for Grass

Today we’re talking about grass.  Running around on it, eating it, sleeping on it, it doesn’t matter which, we just love grass.

We go out in our runs on the grass when it’s warm enough and we won’t get cold feet.  Mummy often puts the runs out around her vegetable patches so we can see what she’s growing for our breakfasts.  We are supposed to trim the grass next to the vegetable patches for her, but she says that Dylan and Dougall were never very diligent with that, and they’ve passed on their bad habits to us.  Kevin’s very good at edges, though.

Out in the garden with Dougall, Dylan, Humphrey and Victor
August in the garden with Dougall and Dylan

Apparently, once upon a time Mummy used to grow grass in trays for Fred and George, who were the first guinea pigs in George’s Guinea Pig World.  Once they got older she just put them outside for a run, and she’s done that ever since.  You can see some of our adventures on the grass on our Youtube Playlist.

I wonder if you’ll be able to see this one, with Fred running around.  He’s only 2 here. That was in 2009, when George started this blog.

We’ll be doing H on Monday, and Kevin will take over for the week.  I’ll be back the week after!

Yesterday was Dylan and Dougall’s birthday

Well, it would have been if they’d made it this far.  I think Mummy is only just getting over the shock of Dylan dying, eight weeks after Dougall did.  I guess he just couldn’t live without him, even though you’d have thought that Dylan was so outgoing and into everything (and everyone) that he’d be okay.

Anyway, here to cheer Mummy up are some happy memories.

Dougall’s gift to us all

I’ve been feeling a bit itchy.  Midge said he was itchy, and that Oscar was very itchy, and that made him very grumpy.  I thought Oscar was always grumpy, but maybe I’m being unkind.

Dougall with his haircut off

Anyway, Mummy got itchy on her wrist and guessed what the cause was.  So we’ve all had Ivermectin spot-on to get rid of our mites, or lice, or whatever was making us itchy.  And Mummy thinks that they jumped off Dougall onto Dylan and Oscar, then jumped off Dylan onto me and the others.  And then she remembered what a terrible time Dougall had with mites when he was little, around the time he grew his hair, then had it cut off to help him control the mites. Around the time when Mummy got her sore eyes, which have recently been diagnosed as an allergic reaction causing eczema, whatever that is.  Well, it’s a sore and red itchiness round Mummy’s eyes, that has had her unhappy for – well, nearly four years.  And it’s been a lot better since Christmas, but then the specialist gave her a cream which fixed it.  And then Dyl went, and Mummy says she hasn’t even got the runny nose now, although that could just be coincidence that her cold has finished.

Poor Mummy – all that time she’s been suffering because of being allergic to Dougall and Dylan.

She’s says she’d rather have the itchy eyes and have them back, though.

I love Mummy.  She’s wonderful ❤

We come out of mourning tomorrow

I can’t believe it’s seven weeks already since my brother Dougall died.  Mummy says she doesn’t believe it either, and she’s nowhere near ready to come out of mourning.  She says she still dreams of him lying in her arms when he wasn’t feeling well, and she gets very upset about it.  And I tell her that I still think of him sitting next to me, and wondering what’s going on, and me telling him what’s going on, because he couldn’t hear it.

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I missed him a lot last Saturday when Mummy got the big noisy cleaning thing out and not only did under our cages, but did the light in the roof as well.  There were big long strands of stuff wafting about, made by the spiders that live up there.  She said they were catching her hair when she walked past us.  It’s always very scary when Mummy gets the big noisy cleaning thing out, and I hid in the tunnel to keep out of its way.  Oscar dashed about a lot, then hid in his grassy hutch, then hid in his fiddlesticks and pulled the hutch to cover one end to keep him safe.  Percy just wheeked like mad and jumped on his ledge.  He seemed to enjoy watching it.  Mummy said she hoped that doesn’t mean he’s deaf, like Dougall was.  It was the big cleaning thing that really made Mummy realise he really was deaf, and that was why she scared him so much when she suddenly arrived in front of our cage.  He would run a mile because she frightened him so.  And he just ignored the big scary thing.  It was funny, Mummy would come in and make the humungous noise with it, and we’d all go and hide (even when Victor and Humphrey lived next door, they’d hide too).  Dougall would just stand around watching Mummy with the stick thing wondering what she was doing.

Dougall on the hammock
Dougall on the hammock

The only thing that’s really changed now that he’s not here is that I don’t have to eat all my breakfast at once.  Mummy asked me if I was okay, because she came down at lunchtime and half my breakfast was still there.  But I can leave it for later, now, because it’ll still be there.  Somehow I think I’d rather have Dougall back, though.

PS.  I went to see Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry about my teeth last week.  My back teeth are fine, it’s the funny thing growing beside my lower incisor that is causing me trouble.  It makes my gum sore, and I don’t want to eat.  Mummy is giving me lots of dry things like herbs, which don’t sting it, and lots of muesli, which I find easier to eat than pellets, and she’s giving me tube-juice and some aniseed flavoured gel afterwards.  I’m losing weight, but not so much as I was.  I hope it gets better soon.

Yay! It’s February!

That means we might go out in the garden next month.  Some years we have, only for an hour or even half an hour, if it’s been dry, sunny and warm enough. We often do go out in March.  I don’t remember if we did last year, I remember it was cold and wet, or at least the grass was, in fact it was late April before we went out regularly.

Out with the snowdrops

Oh, Mummy’s found a picture that shows we went out for a short while in February 2015, just me and Dougall.  You can see the snowdrops in the foreground and the white stuff over the leafy plants to protect them from frosts.  And Dougall in front of our fleecy tunnel. I miss Dougall.

We haven’t had many frosts this year.  Just a few a couple of weeks back and some before Christmas. Mummy’s been bringing grass in from the garden for us, though.  It’s not as nice as it can be, but it’s not bad.  It’s beginning to taste sweet like it does in spring.  Some of it.  I think it depends what part of the garden she gets it from.  I like grass.  It’s my favourite.  I’m off carrots at the moment, they’re too hard to crunch.  Mummy says my teeth need attention and she’s going to take me to see Uncle Barry and Auntie Shirley soon.

Oh dear.

Four weeks already

Hello, it’s Dylan.  I’m back, and I’d like to thank Kevin for looking after the blog for me.  He usually just does the Facebook page, and he does that very well.

It’s four weeks since my brother Dougall died.  It’s been very lonely without him, and I haven’t much wanted to talk to anyone.  Oscar looks through the bars as usual but he hasn’t been biting them.  I think he’s trying to be sympathetic.  I still run out on the floor in the morning, but it’s not much fun without Dougall.  I do all my usual things and then sit and wait for him, but then Mummy comes in with one of the others and I usually go back to my cage.  Mr Percy tries to make friends with me, but I don’t want friends, really.  Mummy says maybe I’ll feel more like chatting to them when the good weather comes.  That’s months away yet.

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It’s been cold and frosty the last couple of days. Mummy was bringing in fresh grass and leaves from the garden for the last couple of weeks because they were still growing and quite nice, but she says it won’t be worth it now.  There’s still some kale and other leaves in there she can pick for us, though.

We’re still in mourning for Dougall for three more weeks.  I can’t believe how quickly the time goes.  I don’t do much.  Although Mummy said she realises it was Dougall who was drinking and weeing so much, and she’s put me back on the fleece this week.  She says it must have been his kidneys, or else just that his time had come.  She tells me this sort of thing when we have cuddles.  I often have cuddles in the evening as well.  It helps, a little bit.

See you next week.