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I am not a Drama Queen! But I am happy now

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

I am not a drama queen, which is what Bertie called me last week.  I was genuinely right upset about everything going on.

But Mam sat down with me and we had a chat. Eventually I told her I was upset she’d given the little ones away, and she said, “but that’s what happens with foster piggies. I look after them for a while, and Auntie Sophie finds them a nice new home, and that’s where they’ve gone.”

Well, I didn’t know that.  I didn’t realise they’d gone the day before we’d gone to Hampshire, I thought she’d left them behind and they’d disappeared, and then Mam disappeared for two days the next week, and… Anyway, now I understand, and Mam’s reassured me that I’m not going anywhere without her, unless she’s so sick someone else has to look after us, and she’s not planning on that any time soon.

And she’s let me go back to live with Neville, because she saw how much I was missing him.  She told me if I start bullying him I’ll be out again.  I don’t bully Neville.  He just disagrees with what I tell him to do sometimes, and if he didn’t do that we’d get on perfectly all the time, instead of just most of the time.  She sniffed in that way she does when she doesn’t believe me.

So I’m back with Nev in our run, and he’s happy with that. And Biggles is next door so we can chat, and he’s happy with that, and Bertie’s in the run above, and we can chat and run around together during floor time, and he’s happy with that.

So we’re all happy now.

Although we’ve had our last grass of the year, well, out in the run at any rate. It was yummy, and there was lots of it, but it takes ages to get dry, so we won’t go out if it’s wet or cold. And it’s only warm enough if the sun’s shining on us.

And Mam is working hard on her books and on stuff about houses, and she’s pretty happy too. And she’s started to prepare for Christmas. Well, she told me she’d ordered some Christmas tree decorations with pictures of Bertie & Biggles, and Nev & me. Apparently she’s got one for all the pigs in George’s GP world, so we’re part of her Christmas always.

See you next time

Roscoe xx

 

Z is for Zones and The End

Hello, Bertie here.

We’re in a different Zone here. We’re in Hampshire again. Hampshire’s in the South.  Norfolk is in the East. Those are different zones, or regions, of our country.

I like Hampshire. Mummy is looking for a new house for us here. I like this one but it’s only for holidays. She was chatting to the nice owner Gill, who brought us some tomatoes. They discussed the house we’re looking for and said this plus the one next door would be perfect. But Mummy’s going out every day to look at others, and to see family. I like family. They came here last time.

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Z is also for The End of the alphabet. The End of our A to Z. It’s taken us all the way from April. We’ve had the whole of summer, eaten all the grass in the garden, met some foster babies, and changed around a bit.

The foster babies weren’t babies any more when they went back to Sophie on Thursday. Apparently they went to their new forever home yesterday. They’ve been eating all our food, obviously.

So, that’s the end of our A to Z Challenge. Roscoe sends his love. I hope you enjoyed our efforts.

What next?

love

Bertie xxx

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Y is for Yesterday, Youth and Yummy

Blogging from A to Z

Waye-aye all, it’s Roscoe back again.

Y is the second last letter of our A to Z Challenge.  It’s taken us a long time to get here, yet it seems like only Yesterday since we started.

Yesterday was Sunday and we spent a few hours out in the garden.  Mam gave us a very large run, and then let the Youths in to a bit we’d been in. Youths is what we now call the Littlies, the three that Mam’s been fostering, since they’re much bigger now, and behaving more like teenagers than anything else.

Mam’s been telling me off for being grouchy with everyone, including Neville, but I’m not as bad as Bertie, who came out of his run somehow on Tuesday, and attacked Biggles most unkindly.  I don’t know Y he does it.  Biggles had a bite on his cheek, but Mam says it’s healed up fine.  Yesterday Young Eclipse got through one of the fence panels and came to see us oldies.  We were very polite to him, and Mam saw him and came to collect him.  He seemed quite polite too.  I wonder why Mam hasn’t introduced us on the kitchen floor like she did the other two?  I liked the white one, but the ginger one didn’t like being with me at all. Even though we chat when we’re out in the garden. They are going to be leaving us this week, to go to a new home, I think.

There’s not much Yummy grass left in the garden.  We occasionally find a new patch under the shade of the wall, but there’s none under the tree on the other side because that trees taken all the moisture. Mam says we might as well have as big a run as she can make in case we find some we’ve missed.

We’re going down to Hampshire again next weekend, and I hope there’ll be some yummy grass there. Mam says not to hope too much, as they’ve had no more rain than we have.  Apparently it’s wet where all the gardening programmes come from.

Y was a very difficult letter.  Bertie’s got Z next week, which could be just as bad.

Mind you, Mam gave us some Yellow corn Yesterday.  That was Yummy.

See you next time!

Roscoe xxx

R is for Rescue, and also Roscoe’s interview

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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.

Rescue pigs

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.
  • Roscoe & Neville came from the NorthEast Guinea Pig rescue, which they’ve talked about before.

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.

foster rescue pigs Fire and Eclipse

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.

Roscoe’s interview

Neville, Roscoe and Bertie pile in to the cake

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.

Neville and Roscoe settle in

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

Bertie xxx