We wish you a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year

Percy here.  This is our last post of the year, since next week is Christmas and the following Monday is New Year’s Day.  Mummy says we can have those days off.

Oscar

We lost Oscar from our gang on Thursday.  He’d been under Dr Sally’s watchful eye all year, and between her and Mummy they’d been treating him for organ damage from internal fungal infections and heart disease.  Mummy knew about the fungal thing from Cambridge Cavy Trust, but Dr Sally was more confident of the heart condition.  Anyway, Oscar had a good year, and enjoyed himself, and was perky all the way up until Tuesday, when Mummy got worried about him.  He went over the Rainbow Bridge during the night on Thursday morning. I expect Kevin took him in hand and showed him around. We’re now in mourning until the beginning of February. Seven weeks is the proper period of mourning in guinea pig customs.

Mummy had a sixth sense about him because she took a photo of him with his brother Midge on Wednesday.  They fell out with each other years ago, before I came, and never spoke to each other at floor time.

Midge and Oscar 131217

On Friday we had our Christmas photos taken.  You can see what charmers we are in our hats.  Roscoe wasn’t impressed with his santa hat.  I put up with it to please Mummy.  Bertie wouldn’t stay still, he got really over-excited and Midge and I had to tell him off.  Biggles was over-awed by it all and stayed completely still while Mummy took photos, as did Neville.  Midge and I are old hands at hat photos, of course.

I wonder what we’ll get for Christmas?  Maybe Mummy will post photos next week.

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Is this the real grass? Is it just fantasy?

Mummy gave us a pile of grass the other day.  It was sunny all day. She was out in her golf things as usual. When she got home it was too cold for us to go out.  It’s not fair, is it?  You agree with me, don’t you?  But she did go into the garden and pick some grass for us.  It was a big pile.  Well, Percy and Midge had a pile that was twice the size of mine.  But that was for two of them.  And Midge is twice the size of me anyway.

roscoe and Neville with fresh grass

On Saturday it was pretty dull and wet.  It wasn’t cold though.  Something called ‘the heating’ came on.  It made it very comfortable, especially in the early morning.  Mummy didn’t go out in the garden, according to Oscar, who sometimes tells me these things in the morning.  She took the rubbish out, but said it was raining. But in the afternoon she came round to all of us with a big tub of grass.  She gave us a handful each.  It was very dry. Very very dry, but it wasn’t hay.  It was green.  It smelled more like grass than hay, but stronger than fresh grass.  I ate some of it then left the rest for later.

Bertie and his hay

Percy says it’s called Ready-grass.  It’s okay, I suppose.  Not as good as real grass, but better than nothing.

I hate nothing.

Percy says I’ve never had nothing, so how would I know?

I just do, that’s all.  Ready-grass is okay, but not much like real grass.  It must be fantasy grass.

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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.

Summer in the garden

I suppose some guinea pigs might not go out in the garden much.  Some may have to go out whether it’s raining or not.  I don’t know.  I only know that when Mummy’s home and it’s warm enough, and dry enough, we go out in the garden to eat the grass.  She calls it lawn-mowing.

This summer, Bertie has been in his own run, Oscar has been in his, and Midge, Biggles and I have been in the other – usually a much bigger one.  Mummy says it’s because we have three times as much grass to get through than the others.  I know it’s also because she likes it when we all run around together and are sociable.  I like being sociable too.

We socialise in the morning, on the floor in the kitchen, and we do that all year round.  I like doing that, because it’s always the same temperature, and there’s hay in a box to jump in and munch.  We (Midge and I) have been running around with Biggles, once he started being friendly and not aggressive to us.  He’s a bit bossy, but nowhere near as bad as Bertie.  Bertie and Biggles just attack each other, so Mummy makes sure they aren’t in the same place at the same time.

Just recently, Bertie has been more sociable with me, after Mummy has taken Midge upstairs.  Mummy noticed, so she’s giving us more time to get along.  Bertie’s getting much better all round – he comes over to ask Mummy for a head scratch sometimes, which she likes doing.  His nose is better now; those two black spots have disappeared.

I think Mummy might put Bertie and me in a run on the grass together, to see how we get along.  Midge can socialise with Biggles okay, although he’s not very patient with him.  It’s funny, because they look very alike.

Oscar and Midge and I went to see Dr Sally this week – Oscar and me for a check-up, and Midge because he’d set a new world record for heavyweight pigs.  She checked him over and he’s fine.  She checked us and we’re pretty much the same as we were although my lump’s got bigger.  They decided that they’d give us a summer in the garden to see what Dr Sun and Dr Greengrass can do. It’s not as easy to ignore my lump as it was, but Mummy gives me something every day to make sure it doesn’t hurt, and I’m getting used to it.

Dr Sally wants to see us again next month.  That’s a date, then, Dr Sally!

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.