Say hello to Ludo and Locksley!

Way-aye, Roscoe here! And I’m all happy and excited (and wet as I had Spot-on behind my ears to make sure I didn’t have any itchers itching me.)

We have new boys! Now we are Five!

I’m going to get Mam to tell you more about them, because I don’t understand what she’s saying. It can’t be right. And if she says it, you’ll know I haven’t made it up.

I meant to interview Mam with your questions, but I’ll do that another time.

So, Mam went out on Wednesday and came home on Thursday with Ludo and Locksley. Ludo is the baby. No, that’s wrong. Locksley is the baby. In a strange twist, they are named after characters in her Princelings books. The rest of us have characters in her Princelings books named after us. Even Neville and me. We’re in the new one coming out on Thursday. You can buy it on special offer until mid-October.

Mam with Locksley and Ludo in their tunnel. Nev and I are eating hay in the background


Ludo is a black and white (with a tan splash on his behind) smooth-haired guinea pig. He’s about eighteen months old. How do you know that?


“He’s got very fine nails, Roscoe. Your nails were already quite thick when you came to me, so I knew you were well over two years old. Ludo is definitely less than two, and from his size Auntie Sophie and I think he’s closer to one year old than two.”

Okay. How did he come to be in rescue? I didn’t understand what you said about a hutch.

“I’m not sure I understand either. Sophie told me that someone had bought a hutch from a person locally, through an ad online or in a paper, and when she got it home she discovered a guinea pig in it. They contacted the hutch’s former owner, who said they didn’t want it. They only have sows, so the piggy, who they called Boris, came to Sophie’s and he’s been there about a month or two.”

So was he all wild? Had they just ignored him for ages?

“I don’t know. It’s something I’d like to ask, too. He looks very well now, and not skinny at all, although he’s quite light (1 kg), but that’s probably because he’s still young.”

It explains why he’s so scared, though. Mam agrees with me. She’s noticed in particular he’s scared of things moving above him. She thinks he’s suffering from agora-fobia because he’s only been in dark hutches for most of his life. So far he mainly stays in his snuggle tunnel, but Neville does that, too.

But once she’s picked him up he’s okay, and sat nicely for his first red towel photo. He’s got very good silky hair and he’s very smart-looking. He rumbled at me through the bars though. I thought he was probably nervous, so I just smiled politely and chatted back quietly, like Mam does.


Mam said she thought he was grey and maybe he’ll turn out to be a Rex and look like Biggles. But today she thought he was a slate and might have longer softer hair. He’s full of beans and doing everything a baby should, including giving her a look that reminded her of Dylan when he was the same age. Oops. Can we cope with another Dylan?


He was born in the wild and came into rescue when he was just a few days old, along with his mam, brother and sisters. Mam says he’s entirely normal for his age.

That means trouble, I reckon.

“Yes, but only of the good kind.”

If you say so, Mam.

So that’s our new boys, and it’s really nice to have them living next door, even if they’re very quiet at the moment. Well, Ludo’s quiet. Locksley is constantly squeaking when he’s investigating the cage and popcorning. Ludo popcorned in the evening, so he must be settling in. But mostly they hide in their tunnel.

Come to think of it, they sit side by side in that tunnel. Even Bertie filled it completely, and he was not as big as me.

I’ll update you next week. Bye for now…

Roscoe xxxxx

Garden Vegetables!

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

It’s been another busy week. We’ve been eating piles of grass Mam cuts for us when it’s too wet to go out. It grows all by itself at the bottom of the garden, along with some wildflowers that we’re not allowed to eat. Well, take us down there, Mam, and we’ll eat the grass and not the flowers, right?

Mam’s been making funny noises doing what she calls drilling and screw driving. She did it on the paved area, then brought it over in two L shaped pieces to the red carpet places. Then she screwed some more and made it into a rectangle.

Then she dragged all the bags of soil from the old compost heap over, and poured it into the rectangle. It filled about half of it. She folded up the carpet and laid it against the earth, then she planted the vegetables from the pots. There’s:

  • Dragon kale
  • Ragged kale (the one we think is a bit iffy)
  • tiny celeriac plants
  • cos lettuce (we’re eating the ones left in the pots now)
  • swiss chard
  • endive frizee (we’ve had some of that too)

And I think that’s the lot. Maybe when she gets some more soil she’ll sow some carrots, although the ones in the big pot are fabulous,

Then she fixed the insect mesh over it. She says it’s to keep the cats off, as well as the butterflies.

Then yesterday she did the second rectangle, although she didn’t put any soil in it. She says she’s going to scrape the grass off, fork it over a bit, and sow green manure in it to break up the soil. Look, I just tell you what she says. I don’t understand it at all. It’ll make sense when I see what she’s done, probably.

Run around the vegetables

No news on the newbies. But Mam’s put the fleece down in their cage, which must be a good sign. And they’ll be getting the snowman bed and tunnel.

Talking of cagewear, Mam gave me and Nev the blue snugglesack alongside the zebra one. Now we don’t need to argue about who’s sitting in it!

See you next time

Roscoe xxxx

First of May!

I’m really sad because the A to Z Challenge is over!  I enjoyed it so much. It was great fun having a piece on the theme of food every day.  It was a lot of work and Mummy helped a lot.  Thank you Mummy.  I have to do a ‘reflections’ piece on 7th May.  I’m thinking about that.  But first I must bring you up to date.  We have had lots going on at our house, but I didnt want to spoil the nice flow of letters in the Posts list.  Dylan jumped in though – that boy! Continue reading “First of May!”