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Happy Easter

Hello everybody.  Happy Easter from me, Percy, and all the others here at George’s Guinea Pig World.

Midge, Percy & Bertie floor time

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.

Kevin with Joint Support

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.

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More grass please, Mummy!

Hi, Percy here.

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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.

Neville & Roscoe with a bit of box

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.

Victor waits
Neville & Roscoe with a bit of box

I’m still here!

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!

 

Bertie

Temper Tantrum

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.

Intermission

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.

Hello Roscoe!

Roscoe with parsley

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.

Roscoe xxx

Percy's new bed

My lump is back

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.

Percy in the hospital suite

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.

Roscoe with parsley

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.