Eat, sleep, work

On June 25, 2018July 29, 2018 By geordieroscoeIn garden1 Comment

Mornin’g all, Roscoe here.

I remembered to put the ‘g’ on up there, did you see that? What, no ‘ thing? Okay.

It’s a hard life being a guinea pig y’know. Eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, work. I guess we work at what you call ‘play’, but it’s serious business, you know.

Take morning floor time. That’s hard work. It’s called exercise, and as ye may know, some exercise is really hard work. I get down onto the hay box, and before I have time to explore it, it’s off onto the floor, checking up on everyone and everything.

Everyone = Neville plus whoever’s been there with him. It’s either Bertie or Biggles. I have to check up on their scents, make sure they’re okay, not leaving any messages they shouldn’t.

Everything = all the nooks and crannies in the kitchen, making sure they are still there, nobody’s overwritten my messages that shouldn’t be there, looking to see whether Mam’s swept under the table, that sort of thing. Inspection is an important part of work. Quality control, it’s called.

We have pretty good quality here, even if Mam has gone overboard recently with the cleaning up bit.

The only rest I get is out in the garden. A bit of grass, then a good sleep, in the sun or the shade depending on what takes my fancy. We’ve been getting out on the grass most days, unless Mam hasn’t got home till really late. She did that three days in a row last week, but I let her off because we spent most of Saturday and Sunday in the garden. There’s not much grass there, though. It’s all dry. Except the wee bits in the shade of the boards around the veggie patches, or up against the wall. Those are still worth nibbling.

Trouble is, Neville’s nibbled them all now. Okay, I might have helped a bit.

Mam says we need rain. She’s even started throwing water on the grass. It needs more than that, I think, Mam.

Ah, well, hope it’s nice and sunny where you are. I’m off for some rest.

Why is Mummy out so much?

On May 21, 2018July 29, 2018 By bertie bootsIn garden3 Comments

Hello, Bertie here.

Today I will ask a question I’ve been thinking about for ages.

Why does mummy spend so much time away from home?

What’s over there?

Percy looks after Biggles and Bertie

We only spend a little time each day out of our houses, and then sometimes a nice long time in the garden, like we did on Sunday.

But last week, Mummy spent most of every day out of the house, and sometimes she didn’t come home until it was dark, as well.

Percy says that sometimes she wears golf uniform, and sometimes just ordinary golf clothes. If she’s in uniform it means she’ll probably be out longer. He doesn’t know why but thinks it’s a more formal occasion.

Well, if that’s true there are far too many of them. She should stop, immediately.

I bet she won’t take any notice of me, though.

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Grass at last!

On May 7, 2018July 29, 2018 By geordieroscoeIn garden2 Comments

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

We’ve had some lovely days of weather, and some lovely grass time too. Mam brought us in last night when we’d only been out a wee while, but then she came back after bein’ out at golf all day. She did that Friday too. But she’s been givin’ us an hour or two in the garden each day, and that’s nice. She’s also been givin’ us some nice fresh leaves from the garden each morn’n – yum!

Mostly we’ve been runnin’ in a nice large area between the veggie patches and the patio thing. I think we’ve done a grand job of mowin’ that, so I hope we go out to a new patch today.

Bertie has had his own little stretch of grass that goes around the corner to meet up with Biggles and Percy, then their bit comes back alongside the veggie patch to meet us. I like bein’ able to speak to all of them. I spend a fair few minutes each day standin’ at the bars, whifflin’ at them to come across and chat. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t. Depends how busy they are with the mowin’, I’d say.

I reckon Bertie isn’t eatin’ anywhere near enough of his grass. It’s easy to say well, he’s only one person, but he’s done less than half what Biggles and Percy have eaten. Then again, Neville and I have a patch that’s more than twice Bertie’s, and we’ve been ‘very diligent’, as Mam would say.

I don’t think Mam’s taken any photos, though, so you’ll have to make do with old ones.

Did you notice that young Bertie blogged again last week? Percy says he’s right grown-up since Midge died. Aye, it’s an experience to be with a pig near the end of his life. Makes you think.

Apart from Percy’s lump, we’re all fine here. Percy says sometimes he’s fine, sometimes he’s not. He gets by though. He’s a bonny lad.

See you next time.

PS Percy reminded me that it’s Kevin’s anniversary on Wednesday so we might be a bit sad that day. But I never knew Kevin, so Neville and I will just be respectful, like.

Percy’s still sad and his lump’s back

On April 30, 2018July 29, 2018 By bertie bootsIn garden, Health4 Comments

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.

Third day out

Bertie sits with Biggles

First day out

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.

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.

Colman and Kevin 30.4.12 — Colman and Kevin April 30 2012

We got wet!

On July 31, 2017July 29, 2018 By bertie bootsIn weather3 Comments

We were out in the garden on Saturday. Oh, I should tell you it’s Bertie here. Anyway, we were out in the garden on Saturday. We went out early, about 2 o’clock, because Mummy was here. She’d finished the gardening she wanted to do. Then she had a drink and was reading while we did the rest of the grass for her. She says Oscar and I aren’t much good at mowing her grass, but I think we’re brilliant. We do our patches all by ourselves. Percy, Midge and Biggles share the workload on theirs. What, Percy? Yes I know yours is three times as big. You still have help.

Anyway, I was saying about getting wet. Mummy went upstairs to do something. I think she forgot to come down again. We were there for quite a while, and it got even cloudier. It had been cloudy before, but this was worse. Then it started to plop little plops of water around the place. It was like being in a mist, only bigger. It settled on the grass and on the tents and the tunnels and things. Midge told me to go in the tent and he went into his. Oscar said he was fine up against the covers of the kale bed. Biggles ran from the tent to the tunnel to the new big tunnel. I think he went under the tent for a while. Percy went in the blue tunnel. Everything got pretty wet, but Midge decided it was still good to eat. He came out and started eating again. His coat was sort of wet on top, but he said he was nice and warm. He said he couldn’t feel the rain. I tried it, and I couldnt feel it either, except on my nose and ears. Percy told us not to be silly, didn’t you, Percy? (-Yes, I did.)

Anyway, suddenly Mummy rushed out to see us, apologising for leaving us out in the rain, and thank goodness it wasn’t heavy. She said she hadn’t done that since Fred, George, Victor and Hugo were young. That’s a very very long time ago. Percy said it was so long ago it’s the dawn of history. He started talking about the difference between our time and Mummy’s time. I think he’s going to tell you about that next week. (-I will if I remember)

So that’s our big adventure this week.

By the way, my nose is better now… look.

PS We were all perfectly warm enough, and we’re fine today, thank you.

PPS It was Hugo’s day yesterday. Hugo tends to get left out of Days, for some reason. Mummy said to remember him when I did the post. Here’s a photo.

G for Grass #AtoZChallenge

On April 8, 2017April 2, 2017 By PercyIn a to z challenge5 Comments

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”

G 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!

George's Guinea Pig World

Tag: grass time