Slimmers World part 2 and my bid for stardom

Way-aye there, Roscoe here again.

Hope you’re all doing well.  We’ve had nice sunshine the last couple of days, and Mam hasn’t been wearing lots of clothes (plenty but not lots of woolly ones).  She says it’s only February so don’t expect to go out on the grass yet.  But I know there’s photos of past piggies on the grass in February, so I’m getting me hopes up.

Mam is very disappointed with our diets.  I think she’s disappointed with her own, to be honest, since she tries hard during the week and then she says it all goes wrong at weekends.  I told her we should dole out her food, but she doesn’t listen.

Mind you, this starving us hasn’t had much effect so far.  It’s hard to tell though, because if you’ve just had a wee it could make you weigh a lot less.  Mam’s done something clever with her pictures to give you this chart of our weight loss over the four weeks.

our weights Feb 16

Neville’s line is at the top.  You can see that after the black line that shows when we started these slimming things he’s dipped below the 1700 gms line.  So maybe it’s helping him.  He certainly comes and stretches up for his cucumber and things from Mam, so maybe that’s helping.

The next line is Biggles. I don’t know what he’s eating, but he’s not been losing any, and Mam’s very disappointed with him.  She says he’s a bit more active though.  Bertie’s the next one down. If I was feeling kind I’d say he’s lost a bit in the last couple of weeks, but since he put it on to start with, he’s only a tiny bit less.

And then there’s me.  I’m the lightest of us anyway.  Mam says that’s no excuse, I’m heavier than ‘huge Hugo’ ever was.  I suppose that bursts my bubble a bit, but not much.  I was doing well till that birthday party, so I reckon we can blame it all on your cake, Mam.

Mam says we’re continuing with the diet till we’ve got through all the special food.  Well, it’s fairly tasty when you get used to it, so that’s okay.  I miss the occasional carrot though.

I’m a star!

Roscoe eating hay

It’s an exciting week coming up, ‘cos I’m on Furkid Friday this coming Friday.  Don’t miss it.  This is the link, but don’t click it till Friday as it won’t work till then.  You get to meet Joshua, and he interviews me, and there are pictures, too.  You’ve probably seen the pictures before, mind.

And here’s Joshua in his cage!

Degu Joshua Zigler

…and we’re still thinking about Auntie Tori, who says she’s had her operation and is home recovering.  Get well soon, Auntie Tori ❤

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Slimmers World, first report

Hi there, Roscoe here.

Well, we’ve been eating these pellets for over a week now, and we’re all okay with them.  They’re not perfect, but you kinda get used to them.  I reckon in a week or two I’ll be saying they’re right tasty.

Update on our weights: Bertie is about the same.  Biggles went up 10 grams and down twenty grams.  That could be just that he’s wee’d or not.  I’ve done much the same. Saturday I was up 10 grams, but Mam says I’m doing okay really.  Neville’s a little star, he put on 20 grams the first week and lost 40 this week.

What I notice about Neville is he’s much keener to poke his nose into stuff and find tasty things to eat.  He used to just laze around and eat what was in front of him.  He even stood up against the cage side the other day when it was cucumber time.  Mam is real pleased with him being more mobile, but she doesn’t hear him moan that he’s starving.  He’s desperate for that cucumber!

I think the ready-grass is helping because it changes what we think of as food.  Mam’s putting it in our bowls, and it’s really difficult to have an empty bowl when you’ve got bits of grass in it.  We have managed to lick them clean on a couple of days though.  But we’ve always got lots of hay, so we can eat that, and play in it, and hide in it, and that keeps us from feeling hungry.

Mam says she’s doing well on her own diet some days, and not so good on others. But she’s doing her best, and she’s been doing more exercise too.  I think she does a lot of moving around to some special music she puts on every evening. Maybe we should have some music to move around to, too, Mam.

At least we’re all suffering together.

See you next time

Roscoe xxx

Bertie in his run

We got new pellets this week

Hello, Bertie here.

It’s all Roscoe’s fault.  He had tummy ache last Sunday and then again on Thursday he was a bit quiet, so Mummy took him to the vet.  It was a new vet, Dr Helen, because Dr Sally was having a baby.  In fact it turned out that Dr Sally was having her baby right then, because Mummy saw the announcement and picture on Facebook later in the day.  The baby’s a very small girl, only just a bit bigger than me.

And Dr Helen said that was the only problem with Roscoe.  Roscoe was too fat.  And I weigh more than him, and Biggles weighs more than me, and Neville weighs more than all of us. Dr Helen suggested Roscoe had new low-fat pellets, called Excel DualCare, so we all had to have them.

Well, they tasted horrible to start with, but when you get used to them, they’re not bad.  And it’s better than having the tiny amount of Harrison’s pellets Mummy was giving us.  Mind you, she also gave us ProFibre, which is also low fat and high fibre, and I love that.  She first got it for Percy and Midge, and she used to give me just one for a treat.  Now I have a whole scoopful.  It’s a five mg scoop.  It’s not very big, but it’s better than just one.

Biggles doesn’t like the ProFibre, but apparently he finally finished his yesterday, since there was nothing else in his bowl for him to eat.  We also get yummy hay and ordinary hay, and lots of veggies for breakfast.  But we never see carrots any more, and rarely peppers, although Roscoe and Neville don’t like peppers.  I don’t know why.  I like them. So does Biggles.

But the good thing is, Mummy’s on a diet too and doesn’t eat bread or biscuits or anything like that any more.  That’s her equivalent of carrots.  But she can eat carrots, because they are good for her.

They’re good for me, too, Mummy.  Really.

I wish spring would come.  Then we could go outside and eat grass.

See you next time.

Bertie xxx

Percy

Update on my lump – I’m fine

You remember I went to the vet doctor and had a snooze so that Dr Sally could check out my lump?  I told you about that here…

Percy

Well, I went back to be checked up on Wednesday last week.  Dr Sally told Mummy what the lab had said, which was it probably wasn’t an abscess, although it might be, and it didn’t seem to be anything else from what she’d sent them.  So after a long discussion (they took a-g-e-s) they agreed to do nothing.

I’m really glad.  I don’t need any medicine, and I’m fine with it.  It doesn’t hurt or get in the way and although Mummy feels it from the outside with her fingers, I reckon it’s just the same.  It appeared.  It might disappear.  Who knows?

While I was there Mummy put me on the floor so I could show Dr Sally I wasn’t moving properly.  It was fun down there, although there was a shiny box which seemed to have a black guinea pig on the other side of it.  I couldn’t smell or hear him, so I went away, and he did too.  I think they decided I was walking okay, because Dr Sally bent down to pick me up, so I ran away, and Mummy put my snugglesac down and I went into it.  Dr Sally laughed but I don’t know why.

Oscar went to be checked up as well.  He has a heart that skips a beat every now and then.  They had a long talk about whether this was what was making him lose weight.  Finally they decided to check out his poos to see if they had something odd in them.  They don’t have to send him to sleep to get those, Mummy just filled the little bottle with them the next morning.

So we’re both fine, and Mummy is just being Mummy.  She’s fine too.

We’ve been going out for a while most evenings this week, after Mummy gets back from golf.  She does a lot of that at the moment.

Mummy put stuff behind my ears

Percy here again!  Kevin had things to say the last two weeks, but I’m back now.

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I’ve been complaining to Mummy about the service recently.  She doesn’t give me the things I like most for breakfast.  Like carrots.  She said I was too heavy.  Then we had hay which didn’t taste good.  She took it away after a couple of days, but still.  Then she asked me why I wasn’t eating my food.  Well, I was too busy wheeking at you to tell you off, wasn’t I?  Anyway, on Saturday you made me show you my teeth to make sure I didn’t have something wrong.  No, I haven’t got anything wrong, I just want more carrots.  That’s why I’ve lost weight.  I know you thought I was too heavy, but now I’ve lost some weight, so I need my carrots.

Then she gave us all wet stuff behind my ears.  She said it was to stop us itching.  Well, I was a little itchy, but that wasn’t putting me off my food.  Oscar says she was scratching her wrist after cuddling us, so that’s why she knows someone has something on them they shouldn’t have.  Perhaps it came from that smelly hay, Mummy.

Anyway, she gave me some carrot yesterday and today.  And I’m not itching.  Maybe I was a little, but I’m not now.

Mummy does funny things sometimes.  Kevin says we all say that. Well, we’re right.

 

I’m worried about Dougall

Dougall age 4
Dougall age 4

Dougall’s my brother.  Most people have trouble telling us apart but I have a white lip and chin and only a little white on my body, and Dougall has a brown face and a white bottom and white band round his middle.  I was a big strong boy when I was born and he was scrawny and skinny and Auntie Vikki wasn’t sure he’d make it.  He made it all right!  We’re four years old now and for most of that time he’s been even bigger than me.   Trouble is, while I’m big and lean, and muscly, Dougall was fat.  Well, tubby.  Overweight.  Had love handles.

Had.

Sometime in the last few weeks he started losing weight.  Mummy noticed, of course.  She’s good at noticing these things.  We even went for a check-up with Dr Sally to discuss it and although she found some other problems she just said to keep an eye on things.

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Then last week (or was it the week before, now?) Mummy realised that Dougall was finding it difficult to eat.  She looked at his teeth again, but couldn’t find anything wrong, but he started losing a lot of weight so he went back to Dr Sally who gave him some pink banana-juice and some metacam, and Mummy added some bio-brew.  Dr Sally thought he might have something wrong with his front teeth because they’d gone a bit crooked and there was some blood on his gum.  And the next day Mummy could smell a nasty smell which she said was an abscess.  Well, Dougall still wasn’t eating and he was pretty miserable, so I just kept an eye on him and cuddled up to him, and took the food away before it got manky, ‘cos it’s not nice sitting in front of manky food you don’t feel like eating.  It was very tasty, mind.  And Mummy started giving Dougall Victor’s special tubefood, called Emeraid, which is quite tasty, although it does get stuck in our hair if we drip it down our chins.  I used to help Vic clean his off.

Anyway, so far the food is helping and Dougall’s abscess isn’t smelly any more and Mummy’s hoping he’ll be okay.  She says he might go back to see Dr Sally again tomorrow.

Poor Dougall.  I hope he feels better soon.