O is for Outdoors and Other things

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Outdoors is definitely my favourite thing.

I’m Roscoe, and we’re working our way from A to Z through the alphabet.  My mate Bertie does alternate weeks with me.

We spend most of our time indoors, in our runs, up next to Mam’s working space. But summertime, we go outdoors into the garden, if the weather’s not too hot, not too wet, not too cold, and not too dry. Or too dark.

Most days Mam sets up our run around or between the vegetable patches, with their own little fences surrounding them.  She says it ‘maximises the use of the panels.’ I know we get bigger runs when she does that. I don’t know if that’s what ‘maximises’ means. Bertie generally gets his own run, because he fights with Biggles if they are left together. We get on with both of them.

Bertie’s run always joins onto ours. We have a sort of meet and greet area. We’ve got that indoors as well, so it’s not vital.  Biggles likes running around with us, though, and we like him. He’s a nice chap, keeps himself to himself while still being sociable, like.

Over the weekend she decided we’d better get to work on the grass elsewhere in the garden and we had one under the tree and the other next to it, spreading out onto the grassy area, which is still a bit sparse. It’s recovering from drying up last summer.

Saturday we were with Biggles in the very shady patch.  Sunday we were in the other one (which is bigger) with Bertie. We got to work on the grass on both places, but clearly Bertie needs more help to mow his than Biggles does.  But then, he doesnt pay much attention to the grass.  He spends a lot of time bothering me.  He’s a right pain in the grease gland at times.  Later in the afternoon Mam put me back with Biggles, which was nice.  Biggles appreciated my company too.

(Sigh) Outdoors.  I like it a lot.  I sometimes stand at the door when Mam’s out picking our breakfast, thinking how nice it would be to go out straight away.  But I don’t.  Not till Mam says the time is right.

Then I can go and get the feel of grass underneath my feet, the wind in my ears, and the sun on my back. I laze around listening to the birds singing, and the little rustling noises of things in the borders, like frogs, and toads, and insects.

Yes, I love outdoors. Although I’m not so keen when it rains.

Next week, Bertie’s back with something beginning with P.  I’ve no idea what.

Have a good week.

love

Roscoe xxx

 

Summer in the garden

I suppose some guinea pigs might not go out in the garden much.  Some may have to go out whether it’s raining or not.  I don’t know.  I only know that when Mummy’s home and it’s warm enough, and dry enough, we go out in the garden to eat the grass.  She calls it lawn-mowing.

This summer, Bertie has been in his own run, Oscar has been in his, and Midge, Biggles and I have been in the other – usually a much bigger one.  Mummy says it’s because we have three times as much grass to get through than the others.  I know it’s also because she likes it when we all run around together and are sociable.  I like being sociable too.

We socialise in the morning, on the floor in the kitchen, and we do that all year round.  I like doing that, because it’s always the same temperature, and there’s hay in a box to jump in and munch.  We (Midge and I) have been running around with Biggles, once he started being friendly and not aggressive to us.  He’s a bit bossy, but nowhere near as bad as Bertie.  Bertie and Biggles just attack each other, so Mummy makes sure they aren’t in the same place at the same time.

Just recently, Bertie has been more sociable with me, after Mummy has taken Midge upstairs.  Mummy noticed, so she’s giving us more time to get along.  Bertie’s getting much better all round – he comes over to ask Mummy for a head scratch sometimes, which she likes doing.  His nose is better now; those two black spots have disappeared.

I think Mummy might put Bertie and me in a run on the grass together, to see how we get along.  Midge can socialise with Biggles okay, although he’s not very patient with him.  It’s funny, because they look very alike.

Oscar and Midge and I went to see Dr Sally this week – Oscar and me for a check-up, and Midge because he’d set a new world record for heavyweight pigs.  She checked him over and he’s fine.  She checked us and we’re pretty much the same as we were although my lump’s got bigger.  They decided that they’d give us a summer in the garden to see what Dr Sun and Dr Greengrass can do. It’s not as easy to ignore my lump as it was, but Mummy gives me something every day to make sure it doesn’t hurt, and I’m getting used to it.

Dr Sally wants to see us again next month.  That’s a date, then, Dr Sally!

I’m very good at lawn-mowing

We’ve been out on the grass a lot this month. It’s been very nice. We go to different places so we have grass to mow each time. It grows in between our visits.   If we are close to the house Dougall and I are usually near the wall.  Then Hector is next to us, Colman and Kevin next to him, and Uncles at the far end nearest the path.  If we are on the round grass we all sort of face into Hec’s pen in the middle.  Mummy usually sits next to us in the low chair or at her table if we do that part. Continue reading “I’m very good at lawn-mowing”

Mummy’s up to things again

Mummy has been leaving the house very early in the morning the last couple of days. She’s come back a couple of hours later, just about the normal time she comes down to sort us out in the morning.  She looks very tired and she eats her muesli (which smells funny, not like ours at all) when she cuddles us.  She doesn’t usually do that.  She usually has her breakfast after she’s fed us our nice veggies from the garden (or the fridge). Continue reading “Mummy’s up to things again”