It’s been a funny week. It’s been very dark all day. The rain has been lashing against the window. Sometimes Mummy has gone out in it. Mostly she only went out in the car to get our food, but one day she went to see Auntie Sophie who was trying to rescue some wild guinea pigs.
We’re all nice and warm here. I’m glad we’re not living in the wild like those one’s Auntie Sophie’s trying to rescue. Apparently one that’s already been caught has something wrong with his teeth, and Mummy’s going back tomorrow to see if she can help him. Mummy doesn’t usually do our teeth, unless it’s just the front ones.
When Mummy’s been here, she’s wearing a bright yellow coat which make the room seem sunny. I rather like it. She says it helps to keep the winter blues away. I agree.
But she seems to have got the time wrong for getting up, and giving us our cucumber and so on. It’s been dark in the mornings but it was daylight yesterday and today. She says its something to do with winter.
Winter makes things all wrong.
We haven’t got any new photos this week. It’s been too dark.
Hello everybody, Bertie here, taking you further on our journey from A to Z. I thought that sounded a bit posh, and I hope you agree.
Today I’ve thought of two things: rescue pigs and Roscoe. Mummy persuaded me that interviewing him was a good idea after I did one for Neville. I don’t really know why, because you know what he thinks about things anyway. But first the exciting news.
We are fostering some guinea pigs from East Anglian Guinea Pig Rescue. Auntie Sophie has rescued sixty baby pigs from a breeder who’s given up. You can find out more at their Facebook Page.
Most of us here have been rescue pigs.
Fred & George came from the first Norwich GP Rescue.
Hugo & Victor came from Auntie Vikkie at the Norfolk one
Humphrey & Hector came from Auntie Sophie when it was still the Norfolk one.
Kevin and Colman were rescued but not from a rescue. They’d been rescued by Auntie Pigpog and then she had to rehome them, so they were sort of double-rescued.
Dylan & Dougall would have gone to Auntie Vikki to be rescued but Mummy took them straight away, so they were sort of pre-rescued.
Percy was turned into a Rescue and shown in the Pets at Home Adoption Centre, so he counts, Mummy says.
Biggles and I weren’t rescued. We were rehomed as babies from Auntie Sophie’s lovely piggies. She sort of rescued them, though, but to be with her as forever pigs. And Oscar and Midge were Auntie Vikki’s special rex pigs and they needed a new home, but weren’t rescued.
It sounds complicated to me.
Anyway, Mummy says codenames Ice, Fire and Eclipse are staying for about six weeks. Ice is white, an Aby with pink eyes, and he’s the youngest. Fire is the ginger and white one, who’s very laid back and friendly, and probably the oldest. Eclipse is a bit scatty, but likes being cuddled, and sometimes stops and stares at Mummy when she’s watching them. Sounds like he’s got Mummy taped.
First of all, who are your companions and what are their favourite things?
My companion is Neville. He’s a nice chap. We get on just fine mostly. His favourite thing is sleeping, closely followed by grass, pellets, and then cucumber.
Nev loves comfy things, like the tunnel or the hay box
Why did Mummy decide to get you?
I think she saw Neville and he reminded her of Dylan. Then she saw me and fell in love with me.
Where were you before you came here?
Up north in a place near Newcastle.
What’s your favourite thing Mummy does?
Gives me nice nibbles, especially cucumber and special hay. Grass time’s good, too
What are your favourite memories of your companions
I don’t remember any companions other than Nev till we met you.
Tell us a secret that we promise not share with anyone except readers of the blog
I’m not telling you any secrets, you won’t keep them..
Well, thanks a lot for that, Roscoe. I expect everybody learned a lot about you.
He wasn’t very helpful, was he? Huh. Well, anyway, I hope you all enjoyed my post for R today. Till next time
No, seriously, I just wanted to sound different today. It’s just GeordieRoscoe as usual. We’re still blogging from A to Z once a week, and we’ve just reached halfway with M. But we have an Appeal further down the page, so please read right to the end. Ta.
The best M I could think of is M for Mother, which means Mam, or for Biggles and Bertie, Mummy. I’m not sure why we call her different things. I don’t think she’s different for each of us. Then I thought some more and decided to ask each of us a question – or set us a challenge, anyway.
Sum up Mam (Mummy) in one sentence
She’s the bringer of food, the cuddler of cuddles, the cleaner of cages, the scratcher of crests, and I love everything she does except cut my nails.
I love Mummy because she looks after me and brings me cucumber, and makes sure I’m well, even if I’m not feeling happy. And she puts up with me when I’m grumpy and makes me feel better.
That’s two sentences, Bigs.
Well the second one begins with And, so it would be one if I hadn’t had to put the full stop in.
Mam brushes my hair and smoothes my coat and cleans my ears and makes sure I get enough to eat even if someone tries to eat my portions. And lets us run in the garden when it’s nice.
Okay, what Biggles said.
Mam understands how important I am, and sees to my needs, and looks after my welfare, and makes sure I’m looking my best as much as she can. And goes out to play golf or watch birds a lot.
Bertie: That’s not fair, I want a second sentence, too.
Roscoe: Go on then
Bertie (2): And we all love her but that sounds soppy and it’s really difficult to think of something different from the others. I’m glad I went first.
Roscoe: hee-hee, I know just what you mean.
So that’s what Mam (Mummy) means to us, and we’re all very grateful we’ve got her.
Please give some thought for the piggies at the East Anglian Guinea Pig Rescue. Auntie Sophie was just restarting as a rescue in a small way after Christmas, and had about twenty piggies in, then they all had babies, and then a couple came in that had an illness that didn’t show during their quarantine period.
Mam says the illness is called Chlamydia Cavia, and basically all the piggies that came into contact with the others are either sick or potentially carriers, and can never be rehomed anywhere with either other guinea pigs, rabbits or cats (because cats get it too).
So now Auntie Sophie has 60 guinea pigs with no way of rehoming them (and no rehoming fees to contribute to costs). Unless you have no guinea pigs, rabbits or cats. And she has a lot of wishlist items and vet bills to pay. Mam says the vet bills are covered for now by donations already.
If you would like to sponsor a piggy or contribute in any way, please see East Anglian GR Amazon wish list, or wait for further details of the sponsorship scheme.
I was a guinea pig in a rescue once and I know how it feels. Thank you for caring about us.