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Bertie

Temper Tantrum

On By bertie bossybootsIn Happenings3 Comments

It’s not my fault!  I had nothing to do with it.  I was nowhere near Roscoe when he got into a fight.  I had nothing to do with it.  It wasn’t my fault he put his neck between somebody’s teeth.  It was dark.  Why do you always pick on me? Just because I’m the youngest! I’m not going to play anymore.  I don’t want to do it.

Intermission

Percy here: Sorry.  Our little tearaway is just suffering from hormone-fuelled guilt, I think. He’s now been grounded until he can be more polite to you all.  I think we need somebody from Downstairs to do some blogging, anyway.  Let me introduce you to Roscoe, who is sporting a very dashing scar on the right side of his cheek and neck.

Hello Roscoe!

Roscoe with parsley

Way-aye, this is Roscoe here.  Some people say my accent can be a little hard to follow, but I’m sure we’ll be fine. I see young Bertie has had a wobbler up there, well, I wouldn’t call it good manners what he did, but now I’m all fixed up, like, so no harm done.

I’d like to thank Auntie Dawn, who I’ve not met yet, for her good idea about the ladies finding scars attractive.  Wor mam says it’ll probably be fine once my lovely long hair grows back, and I hope it does soon, ‘cos its a little chilly around the front end, if you know what I mean?  Dr Sally said she’d had to make a bigger hole than usual, because the lump had got so big.  At least, she said that when she was talking to wor mam afterwards, when mam came to tek me home.  I was pleased as punch to go home, I can tell you. It was nice enough there in hospital, but I like me home, and I suspect that young Neville was missing me.

So, I hope Percy invites me back to talk to you some more. Cheerio till next time.

Roscoe xxx

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Percy's new bed

My lump is back

On By PercyIn Health5 Comments

Sigh.  Yes, my lump is back again.  Percy here, of course.

I have a lump on my cheek.  Mummy and Dr Sally spent a lot of time last year looking at it.  Sometimes Dr Sally gave me a rest on her bed while she took a look at it more closely.  One time I came back to a clean run all on my own while the stitches she’d put into my cheek healed up.  It all seemed very strange to me, but some time in the autumn my lump disappeared (or at least got very much smaller), but now it’s back as big as ever.

Percy in the hospital suite

It doesn’t really hurt, it’s just more difficult to eat with it, because it stops me opening my mouth as wide and also I tend to eat on the other side , so my teeth wear unevenly.  Mummy’s giving me the Nutrimed again.  She says it may have helped to reduce it before and she shouldn’t have stopped giving it to me.  I didn’t mind not having it.  I don’t really like having to drink things from the syringe. Mummy says I have to be a good boy and drink it down, so I do, but still…

Anyway, enough of me.

Roscoe was in the wars at Christmas – as in Bertie dashed up to tell him Bertie was in charge and Roscoe said, “oh really?” Bertie had a good fight with him and by the time Mummy got them to stop, Roscoe had a big bite on his cheek and his back.  He’s healing well, although the cheek one has developed an abscess.

Roscoe with parsley

I don’t know why Bertie is so impossible.  I thought I’d taught him well when he lived with me.  Mummy thinks she should have left him in with me for longer, but I don’t think it would have made any difference, Mummy.  He’s just made that way.  Bossy.

My Nose and Midge’s Birthday

On By bertie bossybootsIn Happenings7 Comments

Hello, Bertie here today.

Last week was funny.  We went out in the garden on Monday and Tuesday. The next day it started raining so we didn’t go again until Saturday.  We still got our floor time in the morning. One of those days I got into a bit of an argument with Oscar when Mummy wasn’t looking.  He bit me on the nose!  It was only a scratch. By Friday it was looking a mess, because Mummy had washed the neat dried blood off and put sticky stuff called medicinal honey on it.  So it looks much worse than it is.  Here’s a picture of me on Saturday to prove it!

Bertie's nose bites

Sunday (yesterday) was nice.  Mummy moved our runs.  There’s less shade so we have to have the green shades up. There’s much more space, running between the vegetable beds again.

The most important part of Sunday was Midge’s birthday!  Mummy did one of her special cakes, at least that’s what Percy says it was. I’d never seen one before. Oscar had his own portion, which he ate right up, and so did I. Mine didn’t have candles on it, because it wasn’t my birthday.  My birthday is in February.  I share it with Biggles, who shared Midge’s cake with Midge and Percy.  I hope we get cake in February.  It’s yummy.  I finished it all up.  Well, so did everyone.

Midge and Percy with the cake
Oscar’s cake
Oscar likes it
Bertie and cake
Oscar and cake
Bertie licks the plate
Biggles, Percy and Midge

Midge creates mayhem

On By DylanIn Happenings2 Comments

Dylan here, reporting on the newbies.

We’ve been getting along fine really.  Midge keeps trying to tell me that he’s bigger and better than me, and biting the bars and trying to stand up taller than me.  I just lie in my hammock and let him.  Young upstart.  I seem to remember I did that for a while.  I’ve been enjoying watching him and Oscar, though, especially when it’s floor time and I watch them patiently from the other side of the run panels. Continue reading “Midge creates mayhem” →

Dylan in the doghouse

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We had a very nice time in the garden today, but Mummy didn’t bring Colman and Kevin downstairs because she said it might rain and she didn’t want to dash everyone in when her hip was hurting.  Poor Mummy, she works so hard to look after us.  So Dylan, Dougall, Humphrey and I had a huge bit of run to mow with loads of grass in it, and it was all very yummy.  Of course Humphrey and I settled down straight away to sort out the longest grass, while the kids chatted to Hector through the cage bars, as he was next door in a smaller bit. Continue reading “Dylan in the doghouse” →

Not fair!

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Mummy’s been saying all week that she’d sort out the upstairs run so we could go back up there for the days in winter.  I was looking forward to it.  It’s got ramp tunnels and a loft area and Dougall and I used to have great fun running around in it.  We did sort of collapse the ramps just before we started going outside for the summer, and Mummy did warn me that if we didn’t fit in the tunnels we wouldn’t go up there.  But she never tested it on us!

It’s all Colman and Kevin’s fault. Continue reading “Not fair!” →