Roscoe and Neville2019

Slimmers World, first report

Hi there, Roscoe here.

Well, we’ve been eating these pellets for over a week now, and we’re all okay with them.  They’re not perfect, but you kinda get used to them.  I reckon in a week or two I’ll be saying they’re right tasty.

Update on our weights: Bertie is about the same.  Biggles went up 10 grams and down twenty grams.  That could be just that he’s wee’d or not.  I’ve done much the same. Saturday I was up 10 grams, but Mam says I’m doing okay really.  Neville’s a little star, he put on 20 grams the first week and lost 40 this week.

What I notice about Neville is he’s much keener to poke his nose into stuff and find tasty things to eat.  He used to just laze around and eat what was in front of him.  He even stood up against the cage side the other day when it was cucumber time.  Mam is real pleased with him being more mobile, but she doesn’t hear him moan that he’s starving.  He’s desperate for that cucumber!

I think the ready-grass is helping because it changes what we think of as food.  Mam’s putting it in our bowls, and it’s really difficult to have an empty bowl when you’ve got bits of grass in it.  We have managed to lick them clean on a couple of days though.  But we’ve always got lots of hay, so we can eat that, and play in it, and hide in it, and that keeps us from feeling hungry.

Mam says she’s doing well on her own diet some days, and not so good on others. But she’s doing her best, and she’s been doing more exercise too.  I think she does a lot of moving around to some special music she puts on every evening. Maybe we should have some music to move around to, too, Mam.

At least we’re all suffering together.

See you next time

Roscoe xxx

The garden run has been taken in

The report from downstairs is that Mummy has brought the garden run panels in. The small ones live in a canvas bag under the table, and I can confirm the bag is full of the run panels. The large ones are packed in the cardboard boxes. I can’t tell whether the boxes are full or not, but I expect that Biggles and Oscar are right.

September in the garden

It’s sad that we won’t be going out in the garden again until spring. We had a couple of afternoons out last week, because it was warm and sunny, and not too damp. Midge and I made friends with Roscoe and Neville, who are really nice chaps.Maybe if there are some really sunny dry days Mummy will put a small run out for the deserving few. But I suppose it’s only just over two months till the winter solstice, and we have to get used to it.

Mummy seems to be trying to give us extra floor time to make up for it, but she sometimes doesn’t remember, or she’s too busy with other things. Or it’s just too late when she comes in. Never mind, we still get pickings of grass every now and then, and readigrass most other days. I like readigrass. I don’t think Bertie’s decided whether he likes it or not. He’s a funny boy, that one.

Percy's lump

I’m finally going into hospital on Wednesday to have my lump done. Mummy says I’ll just have a nice deep sleep while Dr Sally finds out what’s going on inside the lump, and she’ll either sort it out if she can, or leave it if she can’t. I’ll probably have a sore cheek when I wake up, and the nurses will look after me until Mummy brings me home. I might feel a bit poorly for a while. It’s just to be expected. She’ll be looking after me and giving me tubefood if I can’t eat easily on my own. And she might put me in the small cage on my own so to keep the operation site cleaner, and not disturb Midge so much when I get my extra feeds. I’m glad I’m going to have something done to it. It’s a bit of a nuisance. I hope Dr Sally can fix it.  But if I have to have a lot of fuss afterwards, I’m glad Mummy waited so that I had a nice quiet summer out on the grass.

I’ll let Bertie tell you how the operation went next week. Although Mummy might tell you as well.

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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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