S is for Summer, and Sadness

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

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It was hard finding inspiration to talk about the letter S this week. Mam had some good suggestions, and Summer is certainly one I feel qualified to talk about.

But I also feel Sad, and that’s because I felt completely misrepresented last week.  Joshua and Auntie Noelle both thought I wasn’t very talkative. I answered Bertie’s questions when he came and interrupted me, and he wrote down the answers. He got all the rest of our background from Neville the other week, what would have been the point of repeating that?  You’d have said ‘Oh, we know all that.’

Also, I don’t think you understand how hard it is being a rescue pig with no wish to relive the horrible time when you were just left.  We were lucky, some aren’t. It’s traumatic, being moved about and worrying whether anyone will keep you, however nice people try to be.  Even these days, when Mam puts me in the carrier, there’s a little part of me that wonders ‘will I be coming back here?’

Anyway, it’s still Summer, and we’ve been out on the grass most days.  The grass is a wee bit short, and the other grass is a bit dry, but Mam says we aren’t getting enough rain.  Sometimes it’s been too hot to go out till really late, when the sun is going down. But we’ve been fine.  Some people’s piggies haven’t been, and the reports of piggies dying in the heat are horrible. And Sad.

 

The new kids on the block went out on the grass on Saturday and we had a chat with them.  I talked to the ginger one and the white one.  The black one took a dislike to me for some reason.  He had a real rumblestrut at me.  Cheeky little… Biggles had a nice chat to them too.

Nev likes his new haircut and Mam says he looks better with his hair short.  She said his face reminds her of Victor with his cut as it is. So I think that’s three pigs he reminds her of now.  As for me – well, she’s called me Colman a few times recently, and I don’t know why. I could understand her calling me Kevin. Mam says there’s a word beginning with S to describe her brain at present – Senile. I think she’s just been working too hard on her new book.  Perhaps she needs a Siesta.

That’s it for this week.  Bertie will be back next week, to talk about T.

love

Roscoe xxx

PS Here’s a picture of Mam’s wildflower garden with lots of butterflies in it.  We’re not allowed in there because there are some poisonous plants in among the yummy ones.

wildlfoer meadow with butterflies

G is for Garden Parties and other things

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We’re back to our A to Z weekly blogging challenge today.  I’m Roscoe, the handsome one of the party. The one with the dashing eye patch!

G is for Garden parties, Gotcha days, Gardening and something Mam does pretty often, which is Golf.

We had hoped to have a Garden party last week to celebrate the blog’s anniversary.  Mam is very happy you came and visited her special anniversary post, but is a mite disappointed that people haven’t entered her Giveaway. I mean, it’s like a raffle, and friends enter raffles, don’t they?  So step up and enter the Giveaway.  It’s at the bottom of Tuesday’s post.

Mam says she might add everyone who’s left a comment on the blog anyway.

We generally have Garden parties for birthdays, and  Gotcha Days, which are the dates on which some of us arrived here, rather than the date we were born.  Nev and I don’t know when we were born, and neither does Mam, so we have our Gotcha Day on 18th August.  Bertie and Biggles celebrate their birthday in February, and we have an indoor party for that.  Garden parties are a tradition here, though.  Mam says we might have one for Princelings Day, 13th June.

Gardening is something Mam does to keep the garden tidy, while we do the gras mowing for her.  This weekend she was weeding the new veggies.  She says the salad leaves are nearly ready to pick, and the carrots and kohl rabi are growing nicely.  She took out weeds like chickweed and some mini dandelions and mini fennel, which she gave us to try. We liked them. She gave us some extra Grass she found too.  Yum.

Golf is what Mam does when she goes out all day.  She usually gets us cuddled, cleaned and fed then says ‘Bye Boys, see you after 3,’ or after 5, or before dark, and she goes out of the door.  She comes back later, and usually she brings food or hay.  So Golf is obviously related to shopping.

So that’s it for G, apart from George, of course, who was Gorgeous, and so am I.  He-he 🙂

See you next time

love

Roscoe xxx

 

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It’s spring! We have proof!

Bertie here, full of the joys of spring!

We went out in the garden for the first time this year at the weekend.

I thought it was a bit scary, all that sky above my head, so I hid under my tent.  I still ate the grass I found there.  I thought it was a bit cold on my feet, but nice under the shelter of the tent.

Biggles ran around with Roscoe and Neville!  I know he’s been spending time with them on the floor, and more time than I have.  I usually say hi and good-bye to Roscoe at floor time.  Sometimes we get to bump noses, but usually if Mummy’s got my tent out I’ll go into that to avoid any confrontation. If there’s something we don’t argue about we can spend a while longer together these days.  But I didn’t realise that Biggles had actually made friends with them.  Turncoat.  I knew there was a good reason I didn’t like him.

Here are some pictures of us out on the grass.  The white thing is the netting over the new seeds.  Mummy’s sown carrots, salad leaves and something else for us in there. On the left is the bed with the veg that’s been growing all winter; swiss chard which we get for breakfast some days, curly endive (the same) and broad beans which will pod in a couple of months, Mummy says.  And on the far right, behind the lavender, there are baby pea plants growing.  That’s baby plants, not baby peas.

Next week we start the A to Z thing.  I’m very excited about it.

See you in a couple of weeks,

Bertie

xx

PS Did you see my interview with Joshua?

PPS.  Mummy says we can come off our special low fat diet pellets because it’s made no difference to our weights.  This is the latest chart.

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That might be it for summer…

It was really nice last week.  Each day when Mam came back from her golf (it’s always golf, we think), she put us out in the garden for a wee while, even when it was nearly dark. It wasn’t really dark. The darkest day we only went out for a few minutes, but it was good for a leg stretch and some grass.

Thursday Neville and me had a bath.  We don’t like having baths, but it’s good afterwards.  My hair goes soft and silky, and so does Neville’s.  His bottom stops smelling riper than is polite, too.  We get an extra long cuddle (I don’t like long cuddles) and get a warm blowy noisy thing held over us before we go for our run.  It does make you feel nice and warm, though.

Saturday was great.  Mummy was not in golf clothes, and we went out into the garden runs at lunchtime. That’s earlier than we’ve had all summer long, I think.  The runs had moved onto fresh grass.  We made good work of that, I can tell you.  Mam made good work of planting seeds in the veggie patch with the chard and winter lettuce.

There was a lot of air blowing about, almost as warm as that hair drying thing Mam used on Thursday.  We were in a sheltered part, between the plant that’s escaped from its pen and the wall, where there’s lots of grass.  Bertie was beside us.  He’d moved only a little way, next to where he’d been before.  And the other end was Biggles.

Mam said to eat as much as we liked because we wouldn’t be coming out much longer.  How right she was!  Sunday was wet as could be and Mam said it was cold out, too.  Today Mam’s gone out early in her golf uniform again, but she’s got extra layers on.  It’s funny how she manages to get extra layers of coat on.  We just fluff up our hair a bit more.

Mam said to send a special note to Auntie Noelle, because she’s been suffering from the hurricane, which is even windier than our wind.  That must be really something, Auntie Noelle.  And also we’re still thinking solidly for Uncle Mo, and hope the treatment’s okay and the human vet people are looking after you well. Love and kisses from us.

And love and kisses to you too.

Roscoe xxx

Birthday cake and Gotcha party

Way-aye! Roscoe here, full of Gotcha cake, or was it birthday party? I’m not sure, and I don’t think Mam was either.

Anyroad, yesterday we had a party with cake. Me and Neville have been here a whole year. I have to say, I like it here. I’ve got used to the funny way Mam talks, and Bertie and Biggles too, for that matter.

Nev and I like our cage and the time we spend in the garden, especially with the blue tunnel to play in. And the morning routine is good too: Nev gets a cuddle and some cucumber (six pieces, he says, cos he counts), then gets to go on the floor for a run, with Biggles, who’s already been through the cuddle-cucumber bit. Then I get a cuddle and six pieces of cucumber, if I can’t fool Mam into giving me more. Then I join Nev on the floor and Biggles goes back in his cage.

Then Bertie goes and gets cuddled and finishes up the cucumber, and when he comes into the kitchen I get picked up and put back, then Nev joins me.  Sometimes he stays a while to talk to Bertie, but I don’t like him doing that.  Makes me cross to think Bertie has been trying to cuddle up to him.  No matter, I forgive him after a bit.  Then we get our pellets, and then Mam gets the breakfast from the garden or the fridge or a mixture of the two.

After we’ve eaten, it’s time for a snooze.  And maybe we’ll go outside on the grass in the afternoon.

Then sometimes, like this weekend, we do other things later in the day, like have parties.  The cake was delicious, although Nev was too busy with grass to start with.  The grass has grown.  I think we should be out there to trim it for you every day, Mam.

Percy’s still sad and his lump’s back

Hello everybody, it’s Bertie here.  I’m back!

Percy didn’t feel like blogging today.  He’s okay, he’s eating, which he wasn’t at the start of last week.  Mummy is much happier about him.  He’s on morning and evening meds because his lump has come back.  It’s moved though.  It’s now behind his jaw.  I can’t tell the difference but Percy says he can.  Mummy can feel it too.

We miss Midge. He was fun to live next door to, because I could tease him.  Percy’s not so easy to tease.  Mummy says I shouldn’t tease anyway because he’s not well. But Percy’s missing Midge, even though they did a lot of bickering recently.  Percy says Midge probably wasn’t well and we didn’t realise.  Okay.

We haven’t been out in the garden this week.  Mummy says it’s been cold and wet.  But it was sunny one day when we had visitors.  Mummy was pleased because it helped the house and garden look nice. Mummy’s been clearing all the boxes from our room, and tidying up her desk and our things.  It looks pretty good now, I can tell you.

Apart from that, I’m looking forward to going outside again, because I like the feel of real grass on my feet. The birds all sing at us too, and tell us off if there’s something they want in our run. A squirrel came and swung on the tube that hangs on a post nearby.  She was nearly as big as us, but had a long bushy tail.  I thought it was very clever the way she used her hands to take the pellets from the tube.  I just eat mine with my mouth, which she did too, but she also put her hand in the hole and pulled out some to put in her mouth.  Maybe I should try that.  I’ll let you know how it goes.

Apparently today’s the anniversary of the Great Escape from Jersey.  Percy says Kevin used to talk about it.  He came with Colman to live here and a lot of other piggies went all over the place.  I think someone still lives with Auntie Doris and Uncle Bob.  Here’s a photo of Kevin and Colman when Col was getting old.

Kevin with Colman

And here they are on the day they arrived here.  Percy has that white and red thing in his cage with him at present.  It’s to keep him company.

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Colman and Kevin April 30 2012