T for Tunnels #AtoZChallenge

Kevin's new tent

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!!

L for Lavender #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”


lL is for Lavender

Oooh, lavender!  I adore lavender.  Mummy has some bushes growing in the corner of one of the vegetable patches, and when are runs are next to it during the summer I try to sneak some pieces off and eat them.  She doesn’t seem to mind, she says something about pruning doing them good.

Sometimes she uses pieces of lavender in things, and gives us a little with our breakfast, or as a treat.  She sometimes decorates summer birthday cakes with it, too.

Yummy!!

 

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!

C for Cuddles #AtoZChallenge

 

Percy
Percy

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”


cC is for Cuddles

Cuddles are definitely the most important part of the day.  We always have cuddles in the morning, along with Cucumber, which is probably our most favourite thing of all.  Sometimes we have cuddles at other times of the day too.

We showed you pictures of auntie-cuddles on Saturday, and here are some pictures of cuddles on Mummy’s lap and more with aunties.

Tomorrow it’s letter D for something beginning with D.

 

Five years since Fred left us

I was only a youngster then – and Oscar, Midge and Percy weren’t born at all.  It’s a long time ago.  I heard about them on the pigvine, what we called the network of tunnels connecting all the important guinea pig homes, like Hugs Towers and the Chateau of Dimerie, and here.  Well, I heard about them from Colman who heard about them on the pigvine.

He missed his brother George too much to stay any longer.  Apparently they are buried together in the garden, but Mummy’s never told me where.  I think I can guess though.

Fred on holiday
Fred at Haunn

Here he is on holiday in Mull a year or two before he left us.  He’d be about three years old here.  He was very handsome.  Mummy says I remind her of him sometimes – I’ve learnt his Look.  Yeah, I have, Mummy!

V for Victor

Victor was born on February 20th 2008 and died on 29th May 2014.  He was over six years old and that’s very old for a guinea pig.  Although Colman’s older now.

Victor 20.02.2008 to 29.05.2014
Victor 20.02.2008 to 29.05.2014

He was born in Auntie Vikki’s house to a sow called Snowy, who was already pregnant when she went into the rescue.  Vikki said she was with Kiki, her sister, and they both had the same face, and it was the same as Victor’s.  And there were two boars with them and nobody knows which one was Victor’s sire.  That’s what it’s like with rescues.  All sorts of things going on and nobody really knows who’s who.  Mind you, I only know who my dam is, too.  Oscar and Midge are the only ones who know who their parents are and they have a family tree gong back for generations.

Anyway, Victor went to live with Hugo, and then their owners had to find another home and couldn’t take Hugo and Victor with them, so they went back to the rescue.  And Mummy saw their photo and just went along for a look at them.  And Auntie Vikki said “Do you want to take them with you?” and Mummy ‘just happened’ to have a piggy carrier on the back seat so she brought them home.  And it was snowing! Mummy says she always remembers that drive, through a complete whiteout, and her going so slowly and everybody following her until they all turned off at a village and Mummy wondered where they’d gone.

Anyway she got Victor and Hugo home, and they lived together for years and had lots of adventures like going to Mull, and then Hugo died of pneumonia.  And Fred was all alone then, so Vic moved in with Fred, and they lived together for six months, and then Fred died because he missed George so much.  Then Victor had a few weeks on his own until we arrived, Dougall and me.  And the rest is History!

Victor did the A to Z Challenge in 2012.  His theme was food.  He did a lot of blogging on here till he handed over to me.  You can read all his posts if you like.

He’s also one of the stars of the Princelings of the East. Victor who runs the Inn of the Seventh Happiness.  He’s lots of people’s favourites.  Well, he was lots of people’s favourites in real life too.  I miss him.

George

avatar_georgeGeorge.  Where would we be without him?

We wouldn’t have this blog, or a facebook page, or the upstairs run, or strawberry juice power plants, probably not even the Princelings of the East, although that really is both him and Fred.

George Forum MechanicYesterday I told you that Fred was the natural philosopher, the thinker.  Well, George was The Engineer.  He was even the Forum Mechanic on the Rodents with Attitude forum.  He took his duties very seriously, and when people asked for his advice he generally started his answers “well, I’m only a guinea pig, but…”  He was very polite and very wise.  So was Fred, but Fred didn’t really get into blogging and forums.  Not like George.  And George’s engineering genius is one of the key things (Mummy says use the word ‘cornerstones’ but I don’t know what that means) of the Princelings of the East series.

You think I’m exaggerating?  Well, look at the page on redesigns for grassy hutches.  He did that.  Have you seen the enormous run he designed, with ramps and different levels and room for lots of pigs?  He did that.  Vic and Dougall and I lived in for a bit, until Kevin and Colman needed it.  But he designed it and he and Fred enjoyed it for a whole six months before George died.

He had a lot of illness, George did.  Mainly abscesses on his neck and under his teeth.  He had very bad teeth.  That’s why Mummy went on dental course to learn how to help him.  He was so good – there are loads of pictures of him when he’s recovering from operations, still looking happy and enjoying life.  He used to just lie back and let himself be wrapped up, too.  I hate lying on my back.

Everyone says George was the best pig anyone could ever know, and you know something – I’m not even jealous.  Maybe he was.  I wish I’d met him.

Fred

Fred was the first piggy Mummy ever picked up.  Doesn’t that sound funny?  She chose him and George from the group with their third brother, and said she’d have the one with the crest, and whichever of the others the rescue lady could catch.  They were very fast runners, even faster than me.

Fred on holiday

It’s funny looking at their baby photos and their older ones, because they were so much darker when they were little.  Fred started out as ginger as George became, and he got more fudge coloured.  They were officially listed as slate coloured, but Auntie Doris reckons they were probably lilacs.  It’s funny because they both look ginger to me.  It’s to do with the second colour further down their hair, apparently.  I’m just brown all the way down.  Or white.

Fred was a thinker, and also passed on the bird alarm calls from the garden to everyone inside.  It was useful when out in the garden, I expect.  He wrote a series of posts for this blog about aspects of natural philosophy, but he hadn’t been doing it long when he died.  Mummy said he died because he missed George so much.  There’s a piece under “Tales from the Hutch” on his life if you want to know more about him.  Mummy still misses him.   He was born on 13th June 2007 and died on 19 November 2011.  And we were born eight days later.  Mummy says he died because he missed George too much. Of course they are the stars of Mummy’s books.

And George’s day is tomorrow.

 

Seven weeks went by

Seven weeks went by and we changed from end of summer to deep dark, damp winter.  That’s what it seems like anyway.  It’s a long time since Humphrey left us and Midge and Oscar came.

It’s an even longer time since Fred left the house, and Dougall and I weren’t even alive then.  Yesterday was his Thinking day and Mummy thought about him a lot.  She talked to me about him during our morning cuddle too.  She said only Hector remembers Fred, George, and Hugo now, and I should learn all I can from him so I can pass on their wisdom to the next generation. Continue reading “Seven weeks went by”