Neville and Roscoe post-bath

Neville went to the vet

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

Yes, our Nev went to the vet yesterday. The local vet, to check his teeth, that is.

Mam says his back teeth definitely meet at the front because she can feel them. Nev says she put her finger in his mouth and he was so surprised he closed it. He hopes he didn’t hurt her. I think she’d have said something if you did, mate.

She said Ow.

Oh well, maybe you hurt her a little bit, but at least she knows where your teeth have got to.

Anyway, the vet looked at Nev’s mouth but said he had too much food in it. He hadn’t had anything for four hours and was starving! Maybe he ate some tasty poos in desperation. Mam talked to her about washing out techniques, but the vet was worried about things going down the wrong way, or something.

Anyway, we’re hoping to hear about going to another vet today, the one in Andover, because our local vet is happy to refer Neville to the expert there.

Not that Nev is in desperate need. He is managing very well with the new smaller pellets Mam is giving him (the ones baby Locksley needs). Mam’s also cutting his veg up nice and neat in sticks which are easy for him to eat. Easy for me too, so she’s given up and all our food comes served that way — ‘julienne’ is the technical term.

Nev was losing weight about two weeks ago, but he’s back to normal with the different pellets and food sticks.

Locksley is not back to normal – he’s nearly doubled in size! Ludo has also put on weight, and Mam says he’s feeling podgy. He may still do some growing, but she’s going to watch his food intake, all the same. He’s still as scared as ever, although Mam is very patient with him. He’s taking more time to look at us through the cage bars, though he still doesn’t say anything. I think he’s getting a bit more settled, though.

Mam says the fireworks season is nearly upon us. And judging from New Year, this area is very noisy with its fireworks. Sigh. People.

More news next week

Roscoe xxxxx

Under the weather?

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

I’ve been feeling under the weather for a few weeks now. It’s a funny saying, isn’t it? But it’s just right for how I feel. When it’s sunny I feel a bit brighter, happier, wanting to get out and about. Although Mam has been saying it’s too cold to go out and the sunshine is misleading.

You know I went to see Dr Mark at the end of August. Mam was wondering about taking me back, but I told her I feel just the same, just tireder. And the tubejuice she gives me is great. I think she knows that, because I lick the tube clean for her after she’s given it to me.

So she’s not planning to take me to see him again as far as I know.

She’s been wondering what to do about Neville though. She tried to trim his teeth the other day but couldn’t see them properly. I know she wants him to have them trimmed because his forward molars have grown too long. It makes it difficult for him to eat. He’s much slower eating, anyway, so I get to all the best bits before he can, which Mam says is not fair.

Her phone beeped late last night after she’d gone to bed, and this morning she said “it’s from Vedra, boys, with a person to phone about teeth.”

So she’s found someone not too far away to take Nev to have his teeth trimmed. I’m not sure where yet, or when, as she had to leave a message for her. But I’ll tell you as soon as I know.

Nev was a little light when she weighed us this weekend. But not too bad. He lost what Locksley had put on. Locksley is growing! He’s half as big again as what he was when he arrived. Well, that was over four weeks ago. Babies do that, grow, you know. He weighs 450gms now. That’s about 1000 less than me. So he’s a third of my size.

I chat to them both through the end panel now. Ludo is getting curious, which is good. He’s taking cucumber from Mam, too. And after we’ve gone in after our run, Mam’s been letting them have a free run, too. Apparently they’ve learnt about coming into the tent to go back. They saw us do it once, and they caught on immediately.

With brains like that, they’ll be part of the family in no time.

See you next week. Hopefully we’ll all be feeling better and the sun will shine a bit.

Love

Roscoe xxxxx

PS Mam says we star in her short story on her blog this week – on Wednesday.

Neville’s turn!

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

It’s been a nice weekend, although Mam says today will be hot. By the end of the week it’ll be cool again, and autumn will be here.

I don’t know how she knows. Maybe she asks someone.

I’ve been asking someone somethings today. I heard what Mam told Auntie Noelle about Biggles. Maybe I didn’t exactly ask him politely. Well, maybe. Anyhow, I’ve asked Neville politely. Even though I had to chase him around the run to get him to stop and answer me.

Hi Neville, welcome to the blog and please would you answer my questions. Well, they aren’t my questions, mostly. Our readers asked them, so please be nice.

Okay. Although I’m always nice with Aunties.

Of course you are.

1 What do you like best for food?

Mmm, food. Grass, carrots and cucumber. Hay. Basil. Fennel. Lots of things, really.

2 What do you like the least that your mum has to do to care for you?

I hate having my nails cut. I don’t mind having my hair cut, except when she has to do around my bottom, because I’m always a bit nervous the scissors might slip.

3 When do you get excited and make loud noises?

Mostly if I think you’re getting food and I’m not. Sometimes if everyone seems to have disappeared. I get excited when it’s biscuit time but there’s no need to make loud noises to get Mam’s attention. She’s very good at that.

4 Have you always been called Neville?

No, don’t you remember? We had different names before we got left behind and those people disappeared. I can’t remember what they were, though. I like the name Neville. I think it suits me.

4a Do you know if Mam changes our names or leaves them as they are.

She didn’t change our names from what Auntie Layla gave us. I don’t think she’s planning on changing the names of the boys she gets from Auntie Anna, either. If she gets Chas and Dave, anyway.

5 What’s your least favourite food, and is there a food she really wishes you’d eat that you dislike?

I’m not keen on beans. I know Biggles adores them, but, well, I’ve started to try them. Mam gave us all sorts of funny things when we first arrived. Do you remember? We only knew cauliflower and lettuce and carrots. Then we learnt about kale – that’s yummy – and spinach, and chard and herbs, and celeriac… it’s all yummy. Pepper – still not sure about that, but I quite like it now.

6 Have any of you ever had to share your homes with animals other than humans and other guinea pigs? How would you feel about it if Mam decided you should, and brought something else home rather than more guinea pigs?

Weren’t there some other animals at the old place? I can’t remember. They made funny noises, anyway. I don’t know if Mam would get anyone other than guinea pigs. She likes birds though. It would be okay, I expect.

Thank you Nev, that was grand. You can go back in your tunnel now.

I think Mam’s taken it away to wash it.

Yes, it’s drying in the sun outside. I reckon we’ll be going out soon, too. The grass is very good at the moment. Mam says to enjoy it while we can. So I will

See you next week, everyone.

Love

Roscoe xxx

Neville gets a haircut and I get…

Way-aye there, Roscoe back again. I’ve a little mystery for you today. I thought I’d hold back on what happened to me till later. Keep you in suspense, like.

First off, though: did you like our pictures for Guinea Pig Appreciation Day? Mam took us out onto the little table and got us to cuddle together for a group photo. I was more interested in the baby tree behind us, but Mam turned me round, then Neville got round the wrong way, and by the time he’s turned back, Biggles was wandering off. He went out first so he got a bit bored.

Mam was very pleased with our picture, though. Here it is again.

No, not that one, the proper one!

Right, there you are. She also took individual ones of each of us. So I can show you what happened to Nev on Saturday. The first picture was on GPAD, the second on Saturday. Spot the difference.

There you go, Sorry Auntie Tori… Nev had half his hair cut off! Cut shorter, that is, not his front half cut and the back half left long, that would look silly, What? Dylan wouldn’t let Mam cut his back half? I can’t imagine how awful that would look!

So, Nev’s looking right bonnie with his new hairstyle.

And what happened to me? Well, I was sitting there, minding my own business, feeling a bit funny, it’s true, so I‘d fluffed my coat up a bit, and Mam picks me up and takes me through to the kitchen for a check-up. And the next thing I know, I’m wrapped in a straight jacket, lying on my back, struggling to get rid of the horrid things in my mouth. And there’s this bright light on me, and Mam’s eyes are huge, looking at my mouth. Well!

It didn’t last long though, and Mam gave me a close cuddle and told me I was a good boy, and it wasn’t my teeth, and she gave me a little drink of something to make me feel better.

And after that, a wee while later, we went out in the garden, and I was feeling a lot better.

So I hope you’re feeling good, and I’ll see you next week.

love

Roscoe xxx