roscoe neville

I met Roscoe and Neville last week

Hi!  Bertie here!  It’s been a busy week for Mummy but at least when she went out early she gave us lots of food, and most days she came back in time to give us a nice run in the garden.

I’ve met the two new boys, Roscoe and Neville.  Roscoe is white, and quite big, although not as big as Midge (nobody in the world is as big as Midge – although Mummy’s taller).  Neville looks big but he isn’t, he’s just very hairy.  Midge says he looks like Dylan from the front and Dougall from the back and he’s as shy as Dougall.  That doesn’t mean a thing to me.  Percy says Midge is right, though. Oscar says Midge is right as well, and Oscar hardly ever agrees with Midge.

Here are lots of pictures of us in the garden.  Mummy has some moving pictures too, which she’ll tell you about later.

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My bed’s back!

When Mummy brought me up here to the run, I left my lovely blue bed behind.  I missed it.  She said Bertie & Biggles needed it to feel safe and secure without me.

Then Bertie came up here and we divided the run, and Biggles kept my bed.  A week later it was Bertie’s.  I was a bit put out, since it was right next to our run, and there was Bertie, not even sleeping in it.

Bertie hides

But this week Mummy gave it back to me and laughed when I got straight in it and went to sleep.  She’s like that.  I think it was kind laughter, not making fun of me.  I think she was pleased I was happy again.  Bertie got the big blue snugglesack, which Midge and I weren’t really attached to.  I’ve got my bed and Midge has his blue tunnel and we share them anyway, so we’re fine.

Apart from that, nothing much has happened except a thunder and lightning storm on Thursday when Mummy was out.  Bertie hid in the corner near us and we told him it wasn’t as bad as fireworks, which it isn’t.  We’re getting fireworks every Saturday night now, and some Fridays, and Mummy says it isn’t nice, but we just have to put up with it, because it’s people celebrating getting married at the hotel.  I think they should celebrate quietly, personally.

Oh, and we’ve been outside most evenings which is nice.  Mummy puts us in the garden when she comes in after her busy days out.  If she doesn’t fall asleep first, watching people hit a ball back and forward over a net thing on the tv.  Funny Mummy ❤

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My Nose and Midge’s Birthday

Hello, Bertie here today.

Last week was funny.  We went out in the garden on Monday and Tuesday. The next day it started raining so we didn’t go again until Saturday.  We still got our floor time in the morning. One of those days I got into a bit of an argument with Oscar when Mummy wasn’t looking.  He bit me on the nose!  It was only a scratch. By Friday it was looking a mess, because Mummy had washed the neat dried blood off and put sticky stuff called medicinal honey on it.  So it looks much worse than it is.  Here’s a picture of me on Saturday to prove it!

Bertie's nose bites

Sunday (yesterday) was nice.  Mummy moved our runs.  There’s less shade so we have to have the green shades up. There’s much more space, running between the vegetable beds again.

The most important part of Sunday was Midge’s birthday!  Mummy did one of her special cakes, at least that’s what Percy says it was. I’d never seen one before. Oscar had his own portion, which he ate right up, and so did I. Mine didn’t have candles on it, because it wasn’t my birthday.  My birthday is in February.  I share it with Biggles, who shared Midge’s cake with Midge and Percy.  I hope we get cake in February.  It’s yummy.  I finished it all up.  Well, so did everyone.

Bertie hides

Trouble and Strife

Percy here today. It’s been a difficult week. Mummy spent a lot of the time out – even stayed out two nights (Wednesday and Saturday). She left us lots of food so we were fine, but we got a bit tetchy and nervous.

Bertie was a pain, particularly on Friday. Mummy was in then, and told him to behave. He kept chattering at Midge; then Midge got upset and started jumping on me. He’s not as heavy as he was, but he’s still too heavy for me and, besides, I don’t need the attention! So I got cross with Midge. Mummy took him out of the run and put him in a carry box to cool off. He was a lot better for a while, then after Mummy said goodnight, he started again. Mummy came in to us and put him back in the box till morning! He grumbled about that, but he was fine in the morning.

Bertie was still being a pain on Saturday, but we put up with him a bit better. Mummy says he’s going through “a stage” and he’ll grow out of it. He’d better do that soon. Mummy threatened to swap him over with Biggles, who we get on with much better.

Another thing he did on Saturday: he went out of the back door! Only Hugo has ever done that before. Mummy heard a noise out on the patio while she was cuddling Oscar. She went to look, and saw Bertie coming back in!

Well, at least he was back inside. She’ll be keeping a good eye on him in future.

Dylan used to roam the garden, checking up on everyone, but he never went outside on his own. He knew it is Not Allowed. I just hope Bertie has learnt that now. He’ll get into real trouble if he’s not careful.

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We come out of mourning for Kevin tomorrow. It’s been seven weeks already. It seems a long time in some ways. Mummy says she still misses him loads. But we might have birthday cake on Wednesday – that’s Mummy’s birthday.

Bertie at home

Where does Mummy go?

Hello.  Bertie here.

I was told when I came upstairs that I’d see Mummy more often.

It isn’t true.  She’s here sometimes in the morning.  Then she goes somewhere and a long time later she comes back.  She often asks if we missed her.  I never reply, because I don’t know how.  I mean, no I didn’t miss her.  But she wasn’t here.  It would be nice if she was here more.  They told me I’d see more of her if I came upstairs.  But I don’t.

It’s been very warm the last few days.  We go out on the grass in the evening for an hour or two. It mostly starts out even warmer out there, but gets nice and comfortable.  Then we come back in.  Sometimes it feels warmer inside.  Sometimes it feels cooler.  Last night it was hot and sticky.  We had to remind Mummy it was cucumber time.  Then she went and got it and that cooled us down.

Percy sleeps

Even though it’s hot Percy still snoozes inside his snugglesac.  I sleep on the hay in the loft.  Midge sleeps on the hay or on top of the snuggletunnel.  It’s okay when it’s hot, but Mummy complains.

Anyway, if you know where Mummy goes, please tell me.

love,

Bertie.

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No fuss needed!

You may have seen on our Facebook page that I’ve got a lump on my cheek, and I’ve been to the vet a couple of times.

Percy's cheek
You can see Percy’s lump on his left cheek here

Last time I stayed with Dr Sally a while and had a snooze.  When I woke up Mummy came to fetch me. I felt a little funny but I’m back to normal now.  Apparently I had an xRay which showed nothing much, although my tooth roots might be starting to grow the wrong way.  Dr Sally also took a sample of my lump.  Mummy relayed the message she left on Mummy’s phone to me, and she said: It’s a lump, not an abscess, and it might be pre-diagnostic.  Mummy says that means they can’t quite tell what it is yet.

So I’m having to keep taking the horrible medicine that Mummy gives me twice a day.  She tries to disguise the taste with apple juice, so it could be worse.  She puts the pro-biotic in with the apple juice too.  Then when I’ve had my two tubes of that, Mummy usually give me cucumber, which takes the taste away completely.  And, don’t tell Midge, in the evening she gives me my meds and cucumber downstairs, then hands out the evening cucumber and gives me another slice at the same time she gives Midge his.

Midge and I are having a special diet food on top of our normal pellets, and Mummy’s pleased because Midge has lost weight and I’ve settled at the mid 1500s instead of the mid 1600s which was too much.  We still get our diet food though.  It’s quite tasty.

But really, Mummy shouldn’t make such a fuss about me, because I’m perfectly okay.  I like the extra cuddles, though!