Roscoe's Christmas gift 2018

Mummy has a bright red snugglesac

Way-aye, Roscoe here!

Hello, Bertie here!  We’re both going to blog today because it’s an exciting story.

Aye, and it’s Christmas this week too.

Two more sleeps. Well, two for mummy, about fifteen for us.

Roscoe rests after his run

Aye, I reckon you’ve got that right, Bertie.

But first – a report on our missing week.  We were in Hampshire, but not the place we’ve been before.

Aye, you knew that, eh – but you didn’t know that Mam’s bought a new house, did you?  Well, she has, and we stayed in it for about a week.

camping in the living room

We had our holiday cages and runs on the floor in what Mummy calls the living room.  It’s got fawn coloured carpet with brown flecks in it, and one day Mummy came in with mud on her shoes when she gave us some things she’d found in the garden—

Not much, she said there wasn’t much to eat in the garden, not even dandelions.

— yes, not much except grass, but she left mud on the carpet, and when she wooshed it up, she couldn’t see the marks in amongst the brown specks.  She called it a magic carpet.

That’s not all she wooshed.  The second afternoon she came back from Auntie Anne’s with a big blue bag.  It all unfolded on the floor next to us, then she wooshed it for ages, and it turned into a big bed for her.  She’d been sleeping on cushions before.  And you know, I didn’t realise, but she sleeps in a red snugglesac.  It’s a bit longer than ours, and she sort of backs into it with her feet first, instead of walking in and turning round—

I don’t think it was wide enough to turn around in.

— and she lies down and goes to sleep in it. For most of the night.

And a bit more.  She hasn’t been waking up till it’s already light.  Mind you it’s not very light in the mornings because it keeps raining.

And yesterday was the winter solstice, so the nights start getting a bit shorter again.

Have you said about our adventure with the tunnels yet?

No, I haven’t had time with you interrupting, like.  Mam put our blue tunnel in the kitchen for our morning run. The kitchen is a good bit smaller than our one here (we’re back in Norfolk now) and the third day she put our tunnels so they led from the kitchen to the living room.  Well, Bertie and I weren’t going to let a chance like that go by, were we?

No we weren’t.

So we went through the tunnels, making sure Mam meant for us to do it, and she was watching us and encouraging us, so we went right ahead.

We did.  It was fun.

Then we did the same the next day.

And you said we could the one after, but Mummy didn’t put the tunnels down, and you went anyway, and came back again to report.

It was grand.  I reckon there’s a whole house to explore when we next go down there.

It’s a long way though.

Ach, it’s fine if you go to sleep.

I do.  And I hide under my bed, too.

I hide under Neville’s coat.

Do you think we’re going back again?

Not before Christmas.  And I think Mam said something about getting a small van for a sofabed and our big cages, just for a trip down and back the next day.

She left things there, you know.  Including the cushions.

Yes, but I think the bed’s still there for her.  Auntie Anne came with the mini-aunties to meet us, but she didn’t take it away with her.

She took the mini-aunties though. They were nice,  I liked them.

Ah, right, they were okay. You can never really trust little hands until you get to know them, though, and sometimes even then.

You don’t like mini-aunties?

I liked them well enough.  Nev and me have bad memories of mini-aunties.  I’ll just wait a little to get to know them.

They really liked me.  And Biggles too.  He did his best impression of a teddy bear for them.

He does do that well.

And we saw Auntie Teresa again, and her man, Uncle Lee. Dani was too busy though.

I wonder if it’ll always be that busy when we go and live there.

Is that what’s going to happen?

Yes, Mummy said so.  She wants to get our room sorted out first; there’ll be some banging when they change the window into a door and change the floor or something, I think that’s what she said.

It all sounds very complicated.

Well, you know Mam.

Yes, I know Mummy. I wonder when we’re going again?

Not till after Christmas.

After the New Year as well.

So, Merry Christmas, everybody!

And a happy new year…

from Bertie, Roscoe, Neville and Biggles.

xxxx

We may be on holiday next week

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

Mam says we may be going on holiday to Hampshire next week.  I was just having thoughts of that nice room with the warm floor, where Mam makes her food and ours in our sight, and then she’ll be sitting on the sofa and watching us.  And maybe Aunties and Uncles coming to cuddle us.

Then she said we’re not going to that place.

If we go, and it’s not certain yet, we’ll be going to a new house, with no furniture in it. It’ll have carpet on the floor, and it’ll be heated, and have lights, and a kitchen and a bathroom, but nothing else.  That sounds a bit strange to me, so I gave her a funny look.  She just winked at me and didn’t tell me any more.

She’s been out a lot last week.  Sometimes she says she has to catch the bus into the city, and sometimes she’s gone way before breakfast time and come back after cucumber time.  She’s left us plenty of food each time, so don’t get the idea I’m complaining, ‘cos I’m not.  I’m just saying.  Well, actually, she gave us breakfast and hay but no pellets on Thursday. That was the day she went to Hampshire and back and why she went so early and came back late.  But she went by train, so she could read a book. I told you Mam was sensible most of the time. She gave us our pellets at cucumber time.

Apparently we’ve got to get ready for Christmas as well. But if we go on holiday next week we may not have internet, and so we won’t be able to blog, or get ready for Christmas, or anything.

It’s all very mysterious, but Mam seems excited.

Till next time, whenever or wherever that is…

Roscoe xxx

Bertie and Roscoe in Hampshire

Sleepy Time!

It’s sleepy time now, after our exhausting trip through the alphabet.

We’ve all been right tired after coming back from Hampshire.  Mam was tired too.  She said the drive was very long, with lots of long stops for accidents and things.  We just went to sleep in our boxes, but it was a long way, and we wobbled around in our boxes on some of the roads.  Still, at least we were with our Mam. I don’t mind travelling as long as Mam’s with us.

See you next week, when it’ll be October already!

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.

Blogging from A to Z

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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lawn mowing in Hampshire

H is for Holidays, Hampshire and Hay

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Blogging from A to Z

HELLO! Bertie here.  Today we’ve got as far as letter H in our A to Z blog.

HAY is always at the top of our minds, but Mummy said everyone has blogged about hay, and shown pictures of Humphrey and George and the others hiding in it. As well as eating it of course.

Biggles’s nose in the hay

So I thought I’d tell you about HOLIDAYS.

The first holiday that George’s Guinea Pig World went on was when George, Fred, Hugo and Victor went with Mummy to the Isle of Mull.  That’s a very long way, and includes a trip on a boat!  They went back the next year too.  You can read about their trip here.

Grass with a view

When there were five or more piggies here nobody went on holiday, because Mummy couldn’t fit everyone in the car.  Mummy took a couple of holidays, but she didn’t take us with her.  She went to cold places like Svalbard and Iceland.

But now we are four, Mummy’s taken us on holiday twice – to HAMPSHIRE!

We told you about the first trip here, but we went again in April, about the time we started this Blog Challenge, so we haven’t shown you the new photos.

We stayed in the same place, but it was warmer later in the week, and we went out on the grass next to the cottage.  We couldn’t go on the grass immediately in front of the cottage because it had been treated with ‘Feed and Weed’ which would be poisonous to us, or at least upset our tummies. The grass we went on had dandelions and things growing in it.  Mummy made sure it didn’t have daisies or buttercups in it where we were, but it was nice.  The run was a bit small, though, because we were using the panels indoors as well.

Mummy went out most days but came back to give us a cuddle later on.  One day she went to a place where they train racehorses.  Top Tug is one of her racing club’s.  He ran on Saturday and came fifth.  Mummy says that’s fine for his first race of the season. She also had lunch with Dani and her Mummy, and also with her other nieces.  Mummy has a very big family.  Although I’ve got more family at Auntie Sophie’s house.

Anyway, that’s our Holiday in Hampshire, complete with Hay, all for H in the A to Z challenge.

I’m glad Roscoe’s doing I next week, because I have no Idea what to talk about for that!

love

Bertie xxx

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Neville and Bertie

Greetings from Hampshire

Way-aye, Roscoe here again, calling from the wilds of Hampshire. That’s a place in England that’s miles away from home in Norfolk.

It was a very long journey to get here, and it felt like Mummy was driving in circles at one point, but she straightened up, and we arrived at the cottage in the afternoon when it was still light.

Bertie is in the blue cage on the shelf above us. Biggles is in the box the cage came in, and he’s beside us. We’re in a run in a nice alcove, with our travel box to walk into if we want to be extra cosy. And we’ve all got our tunnels and beds.

There’s also a run connected to ours, so everyone has some floor time. Mummy keeps going out but when she gets back she lets me and Nev out into the run some more.

The food is good, the room is nice, and Mummy seems like she’s enjoying herself.

It’s too cold and wet to go outside and try the grass but there are sheep and birds on it.  Mummy says if we come back in spring or summer we can try it out then.

Sounds good to me.  Here are some photos.