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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.

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A Very Interesting Week!

Percy here.  You’ll be pleased to know that Mummy has discovered that giving me medicines makes me grumpy and she’s stopped.  She’s quite surprised, because apparently metacam is supposed to take any pain from my lump away.  But I don’t really have pain from it, it’s just inconvenient and sometimes it helps to lie on it.  So that was the first interesting thing last week.

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The second one is that we spent a lot of days out in the garden, then we spent the rest of the week indoors.  I think some of it is down to when Mummy is playing golf.  Sometimes it’s sunny when she plays golf, and then we go out when she comes back.  That’s good because it’s not too hot by then, and we get some nice eating and running around done.

The third interesting thing was on Friday.  She said she wouldn’t have time for normal morning cuddles, because she had to leave early.  That usually means she’ll be back early too, but when she came back (which was quite late, really) it had rained and the grass was wet.  She still went out to get us some grass to eat in our runs, which was nice of her.  The grass was nice too.

But I could smell interesting smells on her – smells of other guinea pigs.  And sure enough, when we went down next morning to have our weigh-in and cuddles and run around the kitchen, there were two strangers in the room.  She introduced me to one of them, a white nosed chap named Roscoe.  The other one, who looked a lot like Dylan, was much shyer and didn’t come over.  His name is Neville.

They’ve moved into Oscar’s old cage, that used to be Hector & Humphrey’s; before that it was Hugo & Victor’s.  Oscar doesn’t run around as much as he did, and he’s in the grey cage that I lived in when I first arrived.  So they’re all chatting away like old friends, when Mummy’s not there.  I think even Neville has stopped hiding completely when Mummy goes to his cage now, though.  Roscoe seems much more relaxed about everything.

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Apparently they both weigh in at 1.35 kilos, which is less than me and Midge (who’s gone up to 1.7kg!!).  But they both look big and well.  They were left behind in a house but the landlord looked after them, so they didn’t starve, not like Hector and Humphrey.  I’m glad of that.  I’m looking forward to chatting with them some more and exchanging memories of being in Rescue.

I’m glad I’m not in Rescue now, even though the people were very nice.  I expect the people at Roscoe & Neville’s Rescue were nice too.

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We got wet!

We were out in the garden on Saturday. Oh, I should tell you it’s Bertie here.  Anyway, we were out in the garden on Saturday.  We went out early, about 2 o’clock, because Mummy was here.  She’d finished the gardening she wanted to do.  Then she had a drink and was reading while we did the rest of the grass for her.  She says Oscar and I aren’t much good at mowing her grass, but I think we’re brilliant.  We do our patches all by ourselves.  Percy, Midge and Biggles share the workload on theirs.  What, Percy?  Yes I know yours is three times as big.  You still have help.

Anyway, I was saying about getting wet.  Mummy went upstairs to do something.  I think she forgot to come down again. We were there for quite a while, and it got even cloudier.  It had been cloudy before, but this was worse.  Then it started to plop little plops of water around the place.  It was like being in a mist, only bigger.  It settled on the grass and on the tents and the tunnels and things.  Midge told me to go in the tent and he went into his.  Oscar said he was fine up against the covers of the kale bed.  Biggles ran from the tent to the tunnel to the new big tunnel.  I think he went under the tent for a while.  Percy went in the blue tunnel.  Everything got pretty wet, but Midge decided it was still good to eat.  He came out and started eating again.  His coat was sort of wet on top, but he said he was nice and warm.  He said he couldn’t feel the rain.  I tried it, and I couldnt feel it either, except on my nose and ears.  Percy told us not to be silly, didn’t you, Percy? (-Yes, I did.)

Anyway, suddenly Mummy rushed out to see us, apologising for leaving us out in the rain, and thank goodness it wasn’t heavy.  She said she hadn’t done that since Fred, George, Victor and Hugo were young.  That’s a very very long time ago.  Percy said it was so long ago it’s the dawn of history.  He started talking about the difference between our time and Mummy’s time. I think he’s going to tell you about that next week. (-I will if I remember)

So that’s our big adventure this week.

By the way, my nose is better now… look.

PS We were all perfectly warm enough, and we’re fine today, thank you.

PPS It was Hugo’s day yesterday.  Hugo tends to get left out of Days, for some reason.  Mummy said to remember him when I did the post.  Here’s a photo.

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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.

Bertie at home

Where does Mummy go?

Hello.  Bertie here.

I was told when I came upstairs that I’d see Mummy more often.

It isn’t true.  She’s here sometimes in the morning.  Then she goes somewhere and a long time later she comes back.  She often asks if we missed her.  I never reply, because I don’t know how.  I mean, no I didn’t miss her.  But she wasn’t here.  It would be nice if she was here more.  They told me I’d see more of her if I came upstairs.  But I don’t.

It’s been very warm the last few days.  We go out on the grass in the evening for an hour or two. It mostly starts out even warmer out there, but gets nice and comfortable.  Then we come back in.  Sometimes it feels warmer inside.  Sometimes it feels cooler.  Last night it was hot and sticky.  We had to remind Mummy it was cucumber time.  Then she went and got it and that cooled us down.

Percy sleeps

Even though it’s hot Percy still snoozes inside his snugglesac.  I sleep on the hay in the loft.  Midge sleeps on the hay or on top of the snuggletunnel.  It’s okay when it’s hot, but Mummy complains.

Anyway, if you know where Mummy goes, please tell me.

love,

Bertie.

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Reflections on our Favourite Things A to Z

Percy: We’re supposed to say what we thought about the A to Z Challenge today.  Mummy helped me record this conversation with Kevin last week.  What did you think about it, Kevin?

Kevin: I thought it was a lot of hard work.  It was okay setting the posts up ahead of time, but it was hard going to see people.  I could say something to the people who visited us, but I didn’t know what to say to anyone else.

Percy: Did you remember to go to the A to Z post and link us up?

Kevin: No, although Mummy did it for me sometimes.  I think when she did that early in the morning we got new visitors. I stopped noticing when I wasn’t feeling well.

Percy: I know, but I did that for you.  You did a lot of the posts.  I had a nice time chatting to people, especially to Kristin, Noelle, and Hilary.  And Nick came sometimes, he was nice.

Kevin: yes, we got to know our Aunties and new Uncle well.  I’m sure when Dylan and I did it last time we had far more visitors.

Percy: I think Mummy’s saying the same on her blog.  Would you do it again?

Kevin: No, but then, I feel too old to bother with it, really.

Percy: It does take a lot of time.  Then again, if the weather is cold like it was last week, we haven’t got much else to do.

Kevin: That’s true.  Well, I’ll leave it in your capable hands, Percy.  I expect young Bertie will soon get the hang of it.  I’ll be here if he needs any advice.

Percy: He’s not much of one for asking advice, Kev.  He reminds me of Dylan, even though I didn’t know him very long.

Kevin: I think Mummy thinks so too.  Good luck if you do it again.

Percy: Thank you.  And thank you for blogging for all this time, too.  Happy retirement!

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Kevin with Dylan, Feb 2016