We posed for some photos to brighten your #guineapigappreciationday. Mam has put all her Princelings book on special offer for guinea pig lovers everywhere. See why here.
Mam’s put me back with Neville again, so I’m happy.
Way-aye, Roscoe here.
Today I’m in Bertie’s old run. I’ve been here since Thursday morning, when the man came to do the walls again. On Tuesday Mam put me into Biggles’ run, and put Biggles in with Neville, when she brought us in from the garden. She told me off for fighting with Neville.
I wasn’t fighting with him, I was just telling him to get out of the tent because I wanted it. He was fighting me because he didn’t want to move. He always does this. Every time I’m wanting to sit somewhere in particular, he’s there, hogging it. I’m fed up with it. So I don’t know why Mam blames me. Anyway, she put me in the run on my own, and actually, I quite like it.
I do sometimes miss cuddling up to Nev. I lay beside his run the other day, thinking he might come and chat, but he went to the other end. I don’t know why he doesn’t want to chat. Same reason he didn’t want to move, I suppose.
He’ll come around to my way of thinking in the end, and then he’ll want to sit beside me all the time. Then Mam will see we want to be together, and we’ll probably change runs again.
Mam’s thinking of changing the runs because she likes the new wall and doesn’t want to hide it any more. I like the new wall too. It’s a lovely blue colour.
Instead of the way Biggles’ old run was, she says she could make a three-panel run in line with the four panel one, stretching right along the room, and then either have the two shelves as an L shape, or put one of them somewhere else. She says it will be less crowded when the desk is finally put back together.
She’s thinking about changing the door as well.
That’s our Mam. Always thinking.
I think I’ll chat to you next week. We’ll be out of mourning for Bertie then. This is the seventh week since he died. It’s a long time. But it doesn’t seem long at all, too. Time is funny, but other people have said that on here, too.
See you next time
Waye-aye, Roscoe here again. I suppose I don’t need to say that now, as you’re going to expect me all the time. Oh well, it’s part of my routine, so I’ll stick with it for now.
I don’t like to change my routine. I prefer things to have a nice regular pattern. But things are changing here. Only a bit, but just enough to notice.
First up, Mam wakes up then spends a while doing something in her room before she comes to sort us out. Well, she goes to the room at the other end of the hall, and usually calls in to say ‘good morning’, but then she goes back to her bed. She says it’s not time to get up yet, but the sun’s been up for ages, so why aren’t we?
The sun keeps changing. Not light and dark, and cloud and stuff, but it’s shining in on our runs in the morning. It was shining on Biggles first, but now it shines on us a bit too. Good thing Mam usually remembers to draw the fine curtain across before bedtime, so it’s light without being glaring. When the sun has gone round so it’s not shining on us any more, she usually pushes it back, but that’s not till after run time.
That’s another change: run time. Biggles is always a fuss-pot about being picked up before he’s had a proper wee, and now he’s being extra fussy, so Mam picks up Neville instead. Nev was right surprised at first, but he’s got used to it. Then Mam usually takes Biggles, then me. Then of course, she used to have her breakfast, come back and do Bertie and put Biggles back when she put Bertie down. Now that doesn’t happen, and we’re getting longer and longer runs in the morning. They’re not as much fun without Bertie to explore with. I have no idea what Mam’s doing all this time. But she says we’re finishing very much earlier than we used to, so I suppose she’s just filling in the time, like.
The other thing that’s changed is our garden run. This week we’ve had the big panels up with the shades on them. Mam cut the grass with the big orange machine and I thought, uh-oh, no grass. But she left patches surrounded by wooden things, and she put our fence around those. We ate all the grass in one of them, so she put us in the one next to it yesterday. The grass was even longer in that one. I thought these wooden rails were marking out the new vegetable patch. I wonder if she expects us to dig it over as well? But she seems happy enough that we’re mowing it nice and level with the rest of the grass.
So, that’s what’s happening here. No sign of anyone coming to move into the empty run yet. Apparently nothing will happen till this avirus thing has gone away. And Mam wants it to go away soon so the man can come and decorate the wall behind the shelves, and then she can finish unpacking the boxes in our room.
Life’s so complicated. I hope it settles down again soon.
See you next week
PS Mam said it was George’s anniversary yesterday. Nine years since he went over the Rainbow Bridge. That’s a long time.
Hello, Bertie here!
I’m pleased to tell you I’ve been a very good boy this week, and Mummy’s very happy with me.
Roscoe, on the other hand, is in the doghouse. I wonder why they call it a doghouse? He’s moved into Biggles cage and Biggles has moved in with Neville again.
Mummy got fed up with the way Roscoe kept on at Neville. Then she saw a video from Auntie Sophie with some boars she was match-making with, and showed them starting to face up to each other, so she separated them. Well, Neville and Roscoe have been doing that for weeks. So the next time they started, Mummy decided it was time to separate them.
She did this last summer, if you remember. After about four weeks Roscoe and Neville spent most of their time lying together with the cage panel separating them, so she decided they’d made up.
This time, Roscoe has been lying next to the fence panel, but Neville has kept well away. Then when Neville was by the fence panel, Roscoe went to the other end of his cage and nonchalantly ate some pellets. Apparently, because their fence panel is underneath my cage, so I have to guess what’s going on, although Biggles will tell me if I ask him politely enough.
So that’s where we are at the moment. And Mummy took a picture of the big hole in the wall they made last week.
Apparently it’s been filled in with glass doors, so it doesn’t get cold and wet indoors. Looks like there’s some nice grass there to be explored, doesn’t it?
More news next week. Hope you have a nice week with not too many holes in your walls.
We’re getting close to the end of our A to Z Challenge, and we’re starting to wonder what we’ll do next. I’m sure well think of something.
This week Mummy gave me the idea for X.
She’s been wondering why Roscoe and Neville are getting X (cross) with each other. They bicker for a bit, then there’s rumbling, and then Roscoe starts chasing Neville around the run until he turns and they have a stand-off. Mummy got so cross with them after putting them back in their newly clean cages last weekend that she picked Roscoe up and put him in Biggles’ cage, and put Biggles in with Neville. Then a few hours later, when I was telling Biggles off through the bars for being there, she picked me up and swapped me over with Roscoe!
Roscoe was a bit happier because he can see Neville through the bars and talk to him, but he’s not actually happy. He’s not so cross though. I think Mummy doing all this crossing and exchanging is a bit much, but she does funny things, and we all settled down, anyway. Except I think Roscoe is really unhappy he’s not with Neville.
I think he should make up his mind.
Mummy tried to exchange Roscoe with Biggles again on yesterday’s big clean-out. We have daily clean-outs, but on the big clean-outs she exchanges our dirty things for clean ones. She told Roscoe sternly that if he starts trying to fight him, he’s back on his own again, and he was chasing and kicking Nev when they went out on the grass. So when we went in they eXchanged again.
Sigh. I just keep myself to myself and stay out of trouble. Unless Biggles is around, because he makes me cross.
Next week, Roscoe’s back here with Y, which is a very good question, and then I get to finish with Z. Mummy has come up with some long words beginning with Z for me to think about.