Hello everybody. Happy Easter from me, Percy, and all the others here at George’s Guinea Pig World.
We had a nice couple of days last week and Mummy brought us in a little bit of grass on one of them. She said the grass isn’t growing as much as it did before the snow, though. And then, guess what? It snowed again last night! It turned to rain agin, but it’s still too cold out there for us to go outside.
Mummy’s been very busy cleaning and tidying. She stands by her box of paper and tears it up for hours on end, then she takes the box downstairs and comes back with it all empty. Then she fills it up again. It’s funny to watch her, but I suppose it’s a bit like eating hay. As soon as you finish, more arrives.
I’ve stopped taking my metacam for a bit. Mummy says there’s no sign of my lump, and if it comes back I can have the metacam again. I’m having the nutrimed instead, which is also supposed to help keep the lump down. Nutrimed is better for me because it’s not so strong and better for my kidneys. But sometimes metacam is the right thing to have, and sometimes nutrimed is better. I’m happy if Mummy’s happy. She’s giving me and Midge both a Joint Support tablet in the evening, and I think that is doing both of us good. Midge seems much less grouchy now he’s having that. It has something called glucosamine in it, and it’s good for our joints. This is Kevin with the Joint Support bottle.
Bertie gets very jealous if he doesn’t have something, so Mummy gives him a few pellets of our Pro-Fibre. He loves them! Well, so do we. We have a small scoop each in the evening. It helps our digestion. Midge likes them because it means we’ve got more in our foodbowl. He loves eating out of his food bowl. I do too, but not as much as Midge does.
Anyway, we’re all well, and everyone downstairs is fine, too. I know, because I usually get to have a quick chat to Neville in the morning before Mummy puts me back after my run. See you in a couple of weeks.
Hi there, Percy here again. This is the five hundredth post on George’s Guinea Pig World. I am very honoured.
I suppose I’m honoured to be part of the worldwide blogging community. Well, that’s what Mummy calls all the people who blog, everywhere in the world. We don’t know everyone that blogs all over the world, but we do know some of you 😀
I thought I’d better give you a run-down of who’s been posting in George’s Guinea Pig World (with their funny usernames), although you probably know them better than I do, because you have a longer memory than me.
Our authors on the blog
George started it all. I don’t know if Mummy suggested it or he did. You can still read his original introduction to the blog. He first blogged on 8th May 2009, with two posts, one about favourite foods, and the other about having his grease gland cleaned. He did 63 posts, the last one was on 1st May 2011, which was about Hector’s first birthday. A lot of his posts are about visits to the dentist, because George had bad teeth and lots of operations. Mummy says I remind her of him sometimes, especially when I’m being stoical. I had to look that word up.
Fred was George’s brother, and he took over when George died. He’s a little more intellectual than George. He started some new posts about the way the world works, and left one to be published on the spring equinox. That surprised Mummy because he died the November beforehand. He just missed George too much. It seems to be that way with brothers that live together. Fred did 51 posts including his memories of George on the day before he died.
Victor took over from Fred, after 18th November 2011, although he’d stepped in once before when George couldn’t post because he was in hospital. He had a style of his own, but he settled down to proper English eventually. He did 93 posts, including an AtoZ Challenge on the theme of food (good theme!). He alternated with Dylan for a while, then Dylan lost interest for a bit. Hm, sounds a little like Bertie. Then Victor continued on his own until he died in May 2013. I think Victor did lots of interesting posts.
Dylan’s first post was a very short introduction when Victor was doing the A to Z Challenge in April 2012. Dylan was only four or five months old then. He blogged off and on until Victor died, when he took over. His posts are really very good; he puts a lot of his personality into them. He got to report on the Jubilee Party in the Park, which we’ve never managed to replicate because there’s always someone who will pick a fight (Bertie). He also reported on his ninja capabilities (probably outside the ninja code). He did an AtoZ Challenge with Kevin, talking about guinea pig friends, which is useful because a lot of them are in Mummy’s books. He did 110 posts in all, so he was very industrious in spite of forgetting several times.
Kevin joined in just before the Ato Z Challenge with Dylan. Kevin always sounds very reasonable, but then he was. He was clever without being a cleversticks (Dylan). He had an amazing life, like Colman, and he told us about it a few times. In fact his first post was Colman for the AtoZ Challenge, but he’d been looking after the Facebook page before that, so he knew how to talk to people. He only blogged 58 times, but they were really good posts, including guest interviews with people, like Auntie Dawn. Maybe I should do some more. He died in May, after getting a lumpy neck after Colman died. I’d started to help out, and we did the A to Z together on the theme of things we liked. That was only last year. I still miss him.
I was the next Blogger to take over. I first posted on 4th April 2016, and got Kevin to check it for me. I did a post called The Last of the Jubilee Seven when Kevin went over the Bridge. This is my seventy-third post! I wonder if I’ll manage to get past Victor?
Sigh. What to say about Bertie? He’s a nightmare, although he can be very sweet. So far he’s done sixteen posts, and most of them are me, me, me. He’ll probably improve as he grows up, and maybe he’ll be back again in future.
Roscoe has only just started, as you know. He’s a nice chap. I like him. I could do with spending more time with him, in truth, but I expect when we get grass time we’ll get more time to chat. That shouldn’t be long now. Although it was snowing again last week. Roscoe’s done three posts so far, and they’ve all been interesting, haven’t they.
So that’s us, and I hope the posts add to 500. Well, they don’t, because sometimes Mummy posts things (32), especially memorials, and occasionally other things.
People who’ve lived here who haven’t posted are Hugo, Hector, Humphrey, Colman, Oscar and Midge. I wonder why. I’ll ask Midge and tell you next time.
Oh, and I’d just like to thank Auntie Vikki for coming in and seeing us this week. It’s been great.
This week the sun was shining a lot, and some days Mummy brought us in some real grass from the garden. It’s not long, and there’s not much of it, but it’s really nice. Mummy says it’s far too cold for us to go out yet. Although Roscoe told me that a few days Mummy has left the door ajar when she’s gone out and he didn’t think it was that cold.
My teeth seem to be working properly again, and Mummy’s very pleased with me. I’m not sure my bottom is working properly, though. Sometimes it feels a bit sore then Midge comes and asks what’s wrong and I tell him to go away. Then Mummy asks what’s wrong and why are we bickering. I think she thinks I might have something wrong, but doesn’t know what. I suppose that means I’ll see Dr Sally soon. Maybe it’s a good idea, but I prefer to be left to get on with things quietly on my own, really.
Roscoe’s very happy cos he’s off his meds, and even happier because he’s finishing up any of my special brew that I don’t drink in the mornings. His scar is all healed with no more stuff underneath it, and his hair is growing back. Neville’s teeth are growing too. They are about three-quarter length, and Mummy says she needs to make sure the bottom ones don’t grow too long and upset the balance of his chewing.
And that’s the news from here, really. It would have been Victor’s tenth birthday tomorrow if he’d still been here. That’s ancient.
Hi, Percy here. I’m very pleased to report that I’m still with you. Mummy has been giving me Metacam twice every day, and my lump has gone down enough for me to straighten my jaw and eat more or less properly.
I’m not surprised Mummy was really worried about me, though, I felt really poorly after that night I had with the twitches. It felt most peculiar and I was worn out and feeling very uncomfortable. But I’m over that now, and happy to be organising a birthday party for Wednesday! More of that next week.
Roscoe’s scar is nearly healed. It’s taken a bit longer because he had a funny bug in it that needed a different antibiotic. So he’s been on two types of antibiotic for over a week now, and seems to be getting better. Fingers crossed. He went for a check up last Thursday and Mummy took Neville with him. Neville had incredibly dirty ears. It was like black soot in them. Mummy said she wasn’t sure whether the dirt went all the way down, so she wanted Dr Sally to look at them.
Well, according to Roscoe, when Dr Sally put a thing in his ear to look down, Neville didn’t like that at all, and shot backwards out of Mummy’s hands and slipped down between the table and Mummy’s body. Mummy tried to catch him but all she could grab was a lot of hair! Eventually Neville got onto the floor, and Mummy could pick him up and check him over. He didn’t have any bones broken or hurt, but he did have a sore lip and his top incisors were wobbly. He and Roscoe both had a run around on Dr Sally’s floor just to check he was moving okay, too. Mummy is terribly worried that Auntie Layla will think she’s a bad Mummy, but she isn’t, she just wanted to check Neville’s hearing was okay, and Neville didn’t want it checked.
Anyway, Roscoe says Neville is eating fine even though his front teeth have now broken off at the gum. Mummy took a photo of Gummy, as we now call Neville, and we expect he’ll grow some new ones in a week or two. Meanwhile he’s getting some of his food cut up in strips like I have mine, but apparently he’s fine at picking up hay and munching bits of lettuce and stuff. He hasn’t lost any weight yet, anyway, and he’s a tubby boy, just like Dougall was.
Sometimes I wonder how Mummy keeps track of all the meds we have, but I noticed that she has a black board with white writing on it, and our names are there, with long words and some figures after them. I expect that’s our meds list, as none of the others are on it except Roscoe and me. Neville had some of my metacam for the first couple of days after he did his teeth, but he’s stopped now.
So, it’s been very busy here this week. The good news is we had special hay with carrots and herby bits in it. We also had a little grass from the garden. I like both of those. More please, Mummy!
It’s not my fault! I had nothing to do with it. I was nowhere near Roscoe when he got into a fight. I had nothing to do with it. It wasn’t my fault he put his neck between somebody’s teeth. It was dark. Why do you always pick on me? Just because I’m the youngest! I’m not going to play anymore. I don’t want to do it.
Percy here: Sorry. Our little tearaway is just suffering from hormone-fuelled guilt, I think. He’s now been grounded until he can be more polite to you all. I think we need somebody from Downstairs to do some blogging, anyway. Let me introduce you to Roscoe, who is sporting a very dashing scar on the right side of his cheek and neck.
Way-aye, this is Roscoe here. Some people say my accent can be a little hard to follow, but I’m sure we’ll be fine. I see young Bertie has had a wobbler up there, well, I wouldn’t call it good manners what he did, but now I’m all fixed up, like, so no harm done.
I’d like to thank Auntie Dawn, who I’ve not met yet, for her good idea about the ladies finding scars attractive. Wor mam says it’ll probably be fine once my lovely long hair grows back, and I hope it does soon, ‘cos its a little chilly around the front end, if you know what I mean? Dr Sally said she’d had to make a bigger hole than usual, because the lump had got so big. At least, she said that when she was talking to wor mam afterwards, when mam came to tek me home. I was pleased as punch to go home, I can tell you. It was nice enough there in hospital, but I like me home, and I suspect that young Neville was missing me.
So, I hope Percy invites me back to talk to you some more. Cheerio till next time.
Sigh. Yes, my lump is back again. Percy here, of course.
I have a lump on my cheek. Mummy and Dr Sally spent a lot of time last year looking at it. Sometimes Dr Sally gave me a rest on her bed while she took a look at it more closely. One time I came back to a clean run all on my own while the stitches she’d put into my cheek healed up. It all seemed very strange to me, but some time in the autumn my lump disappeared (or at least got very much smaller), but now it’s back as big as ever.
It doesn’t really hurt, it’s just more difficult to eat with it, because it stops me opening my mouth as wide and also I tend to eat on the other side , so my teeth wear unevenly. Mummy’s giving me the Nutrimed again. She says it may have helped to reduce it before and she shouldn’t have stopped giving it to me. I didn’t mind not having it. I don’t really like having to drink things from the syringe. Mummy says I have to be a good boy and drink it down, so I do, but still…
Anyway, enough of me.
Roscoe was in the wars at Christmas – as in Bertie dashed up to tell him Bertie was in charge and Roscoe said, “oh really?” Bertie had a good fight with him and by the time Mummy got them to stop, Roscoe had a big bite on his cheek and his back. He’s healing well, although the cheek one has developed an abscess.
I don’t know why Bertie is so impossible. I thought I’d taught him well when he lived with me. Mummy thinks she should have left him in with me for longer, but I don’t think it would have made any difference, Mummy. He’s just made that way. Bossy.