We got wet!

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.

Hugo on Mull
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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!

My week, by Percy

We didn’t go outside last week.  It was very rainy.  Mummy said it was cold.  She didn’t even bring grass in for us. We had some dandelion leaves though. They were from Auntie Heather next door. I thought we might go outside yesterday.  Mummy went out very early.  Then she came in and we had cuddles as usual.  Then we went out again.  When she came back she said the grass was too wet.  She picked some for us though.

We do get out of our cages.  After cuddles every day we run around on the floor.  There are things to play with.  There’s a box of hay to jump into and eat.  There are tunnels.  Big ones and small ones.  What I like most is running around the edges.  Sometimes Mummy stands by the edge.  She does things on top of the edges.  I discovered I can run over her foot.  You have to be careful because sometimes she moves her feet.  Her feet are about the same size as me.  Oscar and I spend a lot of time under our cages.  There are boxes and tables on legs.  It’s fun running behind them and between them.  There are lots of old smells there too.  Messages from people from the past.  I don’t know who they are, though.  Maybe Kevin will tell me what he knows about them.

I’ll tell you if he does.

Have a nice week.

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Oscar on the floor

Yay! It’s February!

That means we might go out in the garden next month.  Some years we have, only for an hour or even half an hour, if it’s been dry, sunny and warm enough. We often do go out in March.  I don’t remember if we did last year, I remember it was cold and wet, or at least the grass was, in fact it was late April before we went out regularly.

Out with the snowdrops

Oh, Mummy’s found a picture that shows we went out for a short while in February 2015, just me and Dougall.  You can see the snowdrops in the foreground and the white stuff over the leafy plants to protect them from frosts.  And Dougall in front of our fleecy tunnel. I miss Dougall.

We haven’t had many frosts this year.  Just a few a couple of weeks back and some before Christmas. Mummy’s been bringing grass in from the garden for us, though.  It’s not as nice as it can be, but it’s not bad.  It’s beginning to taste sweet like it does in spring.  Some of it.  I think it depends what part of the garden she gets it from.  I like grass.  It’s my favourite.  I’m off carrots at the moment, they’re too hard to crunch.  Mummy says my teeth need attention and she’s going to take me to see Uncle Barry and Auntie Shirley soon.

Oh dear.

I don’t like September

It’s been cold and wet and then it got nice and sunny, but it was still wet.  How does that happen?

Mummy goes out on nice days with a towel, and comes in again a few minutes later with a wet towel.  She says she’s been drying the grass for us, so that we can go out later, if it’s dry enough.  Well, can’t you make it properly dry, Mummy?  She says she can only get the worst of the dew off (what’s dew?) and the sun has to do the rest, but the sun doesn’t come into the garden as early as it does in June and July.  We just have to wait and hope. Continue reading “I don’t like September”