Bertie in arms

I’m a big boy now!

It’s official.  I’m a big boy now.  I’m 1.3 kg and I take up all of Mummy’s arm when she’s carrying me around. I’m almost as big as Percy.

Bertie in arms

It happened quite slowly.  I mean it wasn’t, one day I’m small and the next day I’m big.  But now I’m big, and Mummy asked if I was going to keep growing or stop.  I don’t know, Mummy.

Percy and Bertie love zebras

I don’t think I’ll get as big as Midge.  Midge is huge.  He likes sleeping most of all, and Mummy often tries to take photos of him without him waking up.  She thinks she managed it with this one.  It’s not very flattering for Midge, but it does show off all his biggest bits.

Midge sleeping

I still run up and down my ramp, though.  I’m not too big to do that.  Mummy says that I should keep doing that until I get old.  I asked how old, and she said Colman stopped when his joints got creaky.  But she managed to make it so Kevin could still go up and down even when his joints got creaky, so there’s no reason I can’t go up and down forever.  Mummy talks forever sometimes.  You just have to listen and put up with it.

Percy wondered whether we should get one of the downstairs boys to blog.  I don’t know if that means he wants to stop.  Maybe he wants me to stop.  It would make sense to have a view from the kitchen.  Percy and I live next door to each other, after all.  Percy is looking very well.  His lump looks like it has disappeared.  Percy says it isn’t as large as it was, and he’s perfectly happy about that.  I think Mummy is too.

So Midge is fine, Percy’s fine, and I’m a big boy now.  That’s good, isn’t it?

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Percy in the hospital suite

Thank you for your good wishes

Hello, Percy here again.

percy pig

Thank you for all your good wishes last week.  I felt quite embarrassed by so many nice and encouraging things you had taken the time to tell me.  I went to see Dr Sally on Tuesday, and she was very pleased with me.  The pointy lump thing was  going to be staying, but the line on it was healing well.  Mummy could stop giving me the medicine.  I was very pleased about that, I can tell you.

So it’s been a nice week, with plenty of rest and food, and I’ve put on a little weight, although not back to what I was before this all started happening.

When Mummy checked me over on Saturday (weigh-day), she said I seemed to have a bit of a line where the join on my lump was.  I couldn’t tell her that it felt a bit funny, sort of stretched, although I did my best.  She put some cream on it, and I went off to do Saturday things.

Then yesterday she discovered my lump was leaking.  I think it started when I was lying on it some time the day before.  It’s not bleeding, although when she cleaned it with a white cotton pad it looked like it had dried blood on it.  Anyway, she cleaned my up, put some more cream on it, and then — horrors — she gave me the nasty tasting medicine.  Later on she phoned the vet’s office and nurse Liz said she was doing the right things and to bring me to see Sally on Tuesday.  Well, I don’t mind going to see Sally, but I do mind having that medicine again.

Midge and Percy snoozing

Mummy’s keeping a close eye on me, and she washed all the cage-wear yesterday in case it might cause an infexion or something like that. So I had to lie on the hay instead of my bed or tunnel.  She found some blood spots inside the tunnel before she washed it.  I think I just scratched the scab off or something.  That’s what Mummy and I are hoping, anyway.  It doesn’t smell or anything, which is a good sign.

Mummy or I will keep you updated.  Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.

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Humphrey’s day was yesterday

Hello Percy here.  It’s my turn to do a remember post about someone I didn’t meet.

Yesterday it was three years since Humphrey went over the Rainbow Bridge.  Midge and Oscar arrived a few days later so they never met him either.

Humphrey

Humphrey was a sheltie type of guinea pig, with long, flowing hair, not like Dylan, Dougall and Neville’s because they are Peruvians, with long hair that has a number of whorls or rosettes in it.  It means Humphrey looks smooth in his photos.  Mummy think Roscoe has some sheltie in him, as he has medium length hair, but it doesn’t really show.  She says it’s maybe one reason he reminds her of Auntie Dawn’s Saku.  I never met Saku, either.  Shelties are known for their calm, laid-back temperaments, and Humphrey got on with everybody, even Hector.

Humph and Hec

Like Roscoe and Neville, Humphrey and Hector were left all alone in their house when their owners moved away.  Fortunately for Roscoe and Neville, someone found them quickly, but Humphrey and Hector were starving when they were found a month later.  Humphrey was always very grateful that Mummy was his new Mummy.  He used to look at her as if he couldn’t believe his luck.  I know what that means.

Humphrey started getting very thin, although his body was still fat and his weight was fine.  Mummy took him to the vet a few times, and eventually the vet found a lump growing inside him.  It was too large to have an operation, and he died the next day.  He had a very peaceful ending.  He was a very peaceful person.  I’ve been told all this by the piggies that went before me.  Everyone liked Humphrey.  He’s in the picture on the front page, lined up with Victor and Dylan and Dougall.  Victor lived with him until he died earlier the same summer.

Talent Seekers and Humphrey

Mummy’s been watching my lump carefully.  She says Dr Sally and she have decided to let me have an operation on it Wednesday fortnight.  I think I’m looking forward to it, sort of.  I’ll tell you all about it in afterwards.  I’ve got another post to write before that, though.

 

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Mr Percy being weighed on the scales

Lots of rain, and wind, and noises

I’m sure we went out once this week.  I can’t remember which day but it was a long time ago. Percy here, by the way. I’m afraid Bertie and I are both having trouble thinking of something new and interesting to tell you.

It’s not that we have a boring life.  It’s a very satisfying one, in nearly every respect.  We look forward to grass time, which usually coincides with Mummy coming home.  A couple of days this week she came home and said it was nearly dry enough to go out on the grass, and then it rained again.  She even went out in the rain all day herself.  She said it was for a competition. And then she was going to theatre in the evening. I’ve not discovered what theatre is yet.

A couple of days and nights it was very windy.  We heard one of the branches come off the tree outside.  There was also a big thunderstorm which made the windows rattle, and little ice things banging against the window.  Very noisy.

Mr Percy pig eating leaves

We did go to see Dr Sally again this week, just me and Mummy.  They talked about me as usual.  Dr Sally looked at my lump and looked inside my mouth, and agreed with me that it isn’t related to my teeth.  Mummy has noticed I sometimes get things stuck on that side and have to move my head around while I try to move it on with my tongue, but I usually manage after a couple of tries.  They mostly talked about my ‘quality of life’ and whether having some slight discomfort was better than risking disability with an operation. Dr Sally is worried what she might find hiding in my jaw muscle. She says she’ll either sew it up again or take as much as she can out then sew it up. But because Mummy is so busy, and there’s no hurry, they set a date when Mummy will be able to take good care of me afterwards, even if I need feeding every two hours or something. That seems to be in a month’s time.

Mummy gives me a little feed every morning now, and I have to say, it’s really nice.  It improves my quality of life no end, because it’s very tasty.  It’s Emeraid with Nutrimed, and it helps my well-being as well as giving me easily digestible nutrients. I read the labels. If I have to be fed every two hours with that I won’t object at all.

Neville with his back to the camera

Neville had his hair cut yesterday, just around his bottom to help him keep it clean.  Mummy said he seems to have plenty of experience of hair trimming.  Not like Dylan who couldn’t bear Mummy cutting his bottom hair.  Neville looked very smart this morning.  They are a nice couple of chaps.  I like them, him and Roscoe.

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roscoe neville brekkie

A Very Interesting Week!

Percy here.  You’ll be pleased to know that Mummy has discovered that giving me medicines makes me grumpy and she’s stopped.  She’s quite surprised, because apparently metacam is supposed to take any pain from my lump away.  But I don’t really have pain from it, it’s just inconvenient and sometimes it helps to lie on it.  So that was the first interesting thing last week.

percy midge sleeping

The second one is that we spent a lot of days out in the garden, then we spent the rest of the week indoors.  I think some of it is down to when Mummy is playing golf.  Sometimes it’s sunny when she plays golf, and then we go out when she comes back.  That’s good because it’s not too hot by then, and we get some nice eating and running around done.

The third interesting thing was on Friday.  She said she wouldn’t have time for normal morning cuddles, because she had to leave early.  That usually means she’ll be back early too, but when she came back (which was quite late, really) it had rained and the grass was wet.  She still went out to get us some grass to eat in our runs, which was nice of her.  The grass was nice too.

But I could smell interesting smells on her – smells of other guinea pigs.  And sure enough, when we went down next morning to have our weigh-in and cuddles and run around the kitchen, there were two strangers in the room.  She introduced me to one of them, a white nosed chap named Roscoe.  The other one, who looked a lot like Dylan, was much shyer and didn’t come over.  His name is Neville.

They’ve moved into Oscar’s old cage, that used to be Hector & Humphrey’s; before that it was Hugo & Victor’s.  Oscar doesn’t run around as much as he did, and he’s in the grey cage that I lived in when I first arrived.  So they’re all chatting away like old friends, when Mummy’s not there.  I think even Neville has stopped hiding completely when Mummy goes to his cage now, though.  Roscoe seems much more relaxed about everything.

roscoe neville 1

Apparently they both weigh in at 1.35 kilos, which is less than me and Midge (who’s gone up to 1.7kg!!).  But they both look big and well.  They were left behind in a house but the landlord looked after them, so they didn’t starve, not like Hector and Humphrey.  I’m glad of that.  I’m looking forward to chatting with them some more and exchanging memories of being in Rescue.

I’m glad I’m not in Rescue now, even though the people were very nice.  I expect the people at Roscoe & Neville’s Rescue were nice too.

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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!