N is for Neville – the interview!

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Hello, Bertie here.

I decided that N would be an interview with Neville.

Neville lives with Roscoe in the run next door to mine, so I could chat to him through the bars. Obviously it would be silly for Roscoe to interview him!

I’m going to ask him roughly the same questions I asked Joshua, although some answers are pretty obvious if you read our blog regularly.

Neville helps Bertie eat his cake

 

Neville’s interview

First of all, who are your companions and what are their favourite things?

My companion is Roscoe.  He’s a nice chap. We get on just fine mostly.  Some evenings he gets a bit bossy, but I tell him no. After a bit he gives up.

His favourite thing is grass, closely followed by pellets, and then cucumber – his or mine.  Mam caught him trying to steal mine the other evening, because I taking my time over it, enjoying it properly. He’d finished his already.

Roscoe loves bitey things, like the hay box, or the paper under the fleeces. 

roscoe neville

Why did Mummy decide to get you? 

I don’t know, but I’m right glad she did. Oh, yes – Roscoe’s just reminded me that I look a lot like Dylan from the front, and Dougall from everywhere else. So Mam couldn’t resist me. (sounds of Roscoe muttering in the background)

Where were you before you came here?

Up north in a place near Newcastle. We were there for about three or four months after the family who had us before disappeared. I don’t know why they disappeared.  I liked them most of the time. Sometimes they left us in the cage without much attention for a couple of days, but the half-size humans were sweet, most of the time. We stayed at a couple of different places after that, but the people were very nice and very attentive.  They brushed my hair and cleaned my bottom (which can get a bit mucky with the long hair). I was very comfortable with them.

There were two very nice half-size humans there, too. They played with me and gave me treats. They had nice careful hands.

Neville and Roscoe settle in

I vaguely remember half-size humans too. What’s your favourite thing Mummy does?

I love when she gives me nice nibbles, especially cucumber and special hay. I like when she puts us out on the grass too. I enjoy being sat on her lap in the morning and eating cucumber.  It’s nice to have some time with her to myself.

Neville with his back to the camera

What are your favourite memories of your companions 

Well, Roscoe’s been my only companion full-time. He’s often off getting into mischief, but that’s just him rather than a favourite memory. I think he’s a very good companion (if bossy at times).

When we travelled here on the train, we didn’t know what was going on, and I was a bit scared.  Roscoe told me stories to keep my mind off the things that happened in the past. He made up this adventure where we went somewhere entirely new and lived in a palace with lots of servants and lovely food every day.

Most of that came true. We met Percy, and then you, and Biggles, and Midge, and there was another guy here then, Oscar, I think he was called. I don’t think anyone was a servant, but we had lots of new friends. And we went out in the garden together and chatted through the railings.

And we do have lovely food every day!

Oscar meets Roscoe

Tell us a secret that we promise not share with anyone except readers of the blog

Mam has put me in the last Princelings book. I’m a bit like a pirate, but I also get mistook for Dylan.  Or is it Dougall? I don’t know. Maybe both.

Thank you very much for that, Nev. It was great!

And I hope you all enjoyed it too. Till next time

Bertie xxx

Neville and Roscoe settle in

I is for Ideas, sadly lacking, and Ignorance

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Way-aye! Roscoe here again.

We’re up to I in the A to Z weekly blog challenge.  And I’m all out of IDEAS.

I spotted ISLE of Mull, but Bertie blogged about that last week under Holidays.

Then I was talking to Auntie Vikki the other day and the matter of IGNORANCE turned up.  Auntie Vikki used to run a rescue, but she got so tired of ill-treated piggies, or people dropping off piggies they didn’t want any more because the children had lost INTEREST. How can anyone lose interest in someone like me?

Auntie Vikki with Neville

Well, it’s a good question, because I have personal experience of IGNORANCE.

Neville and I were just left in the house we lived in.  JUST LEFT! I have no idea whether we did something wrong, or we weren’t exciting enough for the kiddies.  They seemed to enjoy playing with us when they did, and that was quite often.  I was generally on my best behaviour with them.

But then we were left, all alone. Why couldn’t she take us to the local rescue?  The lady there could have helped us.  Was she too ashamed? I’d be more ashamed of just abandoning someone.  She didn’t leave her children behind and they seemed much more trouble than we were.

In one way we were lucky, though.  The landlord man came in the next day and found us.  He made sure we had hay and water and he contacted the nice lady at NEGPR.  We stayed in the house for a bit with the landlord popping in to say hello and top up our food, then we went to a foster home, and then we went to the rescue.  And then Mam found us and came all the way to Newcastle to pick us up.

Neville and Roscoe settle in

But we did better than Humphrey and Hector.  They are legends.  They were left in their house when their carers moved out AND TOLD NOBODY!  How can anyone do that?  H&H weren’t found for a MONTH. They were starving. Hector had even been eating Humphrey’s hair.  He was no more than a babe then, and that’s why Mam always put up with him being such an angry pig. He eventually learned to trust her, as we all do.

Hector and Humphrey

Mam says everyone knows nothing to start with, but some people are ignorant and decide not to learn. She says she’s still learning.

Well, she’s learnt her lessons pretty well so far, even if she doesn’t always give me enough time to relieve myself before she picks me up for my morning cuddle.  That’s why I pick at her sleeve to get away sometimes.  See, that’s another bit of ignorance gone, because when she reads this, she’ll understand.

Thanks for letting me get all that off me chest.

Bertie’s got a special guest next week.  I’ve got to start thinking of what to say for the letter K.  It’s hard, this alphabet thing.

Have a good week

love

Roscoe xx