Ludo and Locksley

I’m Fine and Locksley’s Grown

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

I went to see Dr Mark last week. He checked me all over, personal like, and concluded I was fine. Just getting a bit older. And he let Mam know what the new maximum dose of Metacam is. I started getting 0.3 whatevers a few weeks ago, because Mam thought I needed it. According to Dr Mark I can have up to 0.5 whatevers a day. So Mam’s doing it right. Some days I feel more in need of it than others. Mam says she has the same problem but she gets Ibuprofen sometimes, not Metacam.

So that’s us. Now for the update on Locksley and Ludo.

First off, Locksley’s grown. Well, you know he’s growing, because he’s a baby and that’s what babies do. But he’s now a young guinea pig, not a baby guinea pig. It’s quite a difference. He’s hit the 600 gms mark on the scales, which means him and Ludo together now weigh more than me. For weeks they weighed less than me. I’ve stayed the same. Ludo’s put on a little weight, Locksley’s more than doubled.

But he’s also doubled in size. Look at this!

I know it’s not easy to see him, but he has a white thumb-like mark on his right shoulder, so you can get your bearings okay. Locksley’s not far off being the same size as Ludo!

Mam says she has a lot of trouble seeing him, even when he’s in the run. He’s like a shadow, she says. And he’s got very fluffy hair, not really like a Rex, like Biggles. She says it’s more like the soft hair Victor had on his back. Maybe he’s going to be an Abby? He’s probably old enough to show longer hair if he was going to be like Neville, though. Mam had a look back at Dylan and Dougall’s baby pics and theirs was already sticking up above their ears when they were three months.

He’s turning into an attractive young man, and he’s quite well mannered, considering. Mam took the second panel away from our run yesterday, because he’s too big to poke his head through now. It was clever what she did, just attached another panel with wire on our side, so we didn’t chew it like they might have done. But it’s wired to the other panel on the left, to offset it, and make the bar come between the other two bars on the one behind. Oh, this photo will probably explain it all much better.

Double panel to reduce risk to Locksley

So, that’s gone and we’re back to normal now. I can have better chats to Locksley and give him proper Uncle Guidance. Ludo seems to be quite willing to say hello, but never has anything else to say for himself. I think he’s been through a very bad experience, with no-one to keep him company. Nev and I had each other, of course.

Mam says he enjoys his cuddles, and is quite relaxed when he’s with her. He’s just nuts about hiding from her if he’s in the run. He’s beginning to get used to Mam sitting next to him and reading, but he shoots for cover any time she moves.

None of us had any trouble with the firework things this week though. They happened every night from last weekend to this, starting around 5 pm, and mostly stopping around 10.30. But it’s not as noisy as the builders. We can cope, Mam 🙂

Have a good week

love

Roscoe xxxxx

We’re having a party!

Way-aye, Roscoe here again. Some good news for a change. It’s not my teeth, and we’re having a party.

Teeth? Yes, Mam thought I might be under the weather because my teeth were bad. She put her little finger in my mouth to feel them and said she thought the top ones were touching. I didn’t know what she meant. I realised yesterday when she put me in that straitjacket thing again, and put the horrid wires in my mouth, that she meant she wanted to look at my teeth and clip them if necessary. Well, she discovered my top teeth were so far apart she hadn’t felt both of them! And the bottom ones are fine too. So although my top front teeth are getting a little long, she says it’s not worth worrying at present.

So that’s good!

George Fred lavender cucumber birthday
George and Fred with cucumber & lavender birthday cake

Party time! We’re having a party tomorrow or Wednesday if it’s too wet. Mam says it is supposed to be wet again tomorrow but that might change.

Seems to me that every time she says what tomorrow’s going to do it’s always better, or worse, but never just like she says it. That hot weather finally stopped on Wednesday, and we had a thunderstorm. It wasn’t a really flashy, noisy one, although it did rumble a lot. Since then it’s been cooler and wet. Mam’s been out in the garden doing things whenever it’s not actually raining. She brought us some long wet grass on Saturday, which was disgusting. I think she got the message.

The Party!! Yes, the party is because it’s three years since Nev and I came down from Newcastle. Well, to Norfolk, not to here. I have to say, we like living with Mam. She doesn’t always get it right, but she tries. And we’re having a party because nobody knows when our birthdays are, not even us. And Biggles gets a party on his birthday.

Biggles leads Neville to his own cake

Mam seemed sad a lot last week, and she said she missed Bertie, and the longer we have an empty run, the more she misses him. The only answer is for the new piggies to come, and she doesn’t know why the rescue lady hasn’t let her have them yet.

I don’t know either, but I’m glad Mam is working on it. I miss having Bertie too. We need that run filled up with some new piggies. I want company!

Thank you for your questions. I’m hoping Mollie and Auntie Tori might think of some this week, and anyone else is welcome to give more. Auntie Noelle’s question is hard to answer because we’re all very quiet really, we chat to Mam, but don’t need to yell for food or anything rude like that. She’s very attentive to our needs. And she knows when we’re Looking at her, too!

See you nect week

love

Roscoe xxx

Neville gets a haircut and I get…

Way-aye there, Roscoe back again. I’ve a little mystery for you today. I thought I’d hold back on what happened to me till later. Keep you in suspense, like.

First off, though: did you like our pictures for Guinea Pig Appreciation Day? Mam took us out onto the little table and got us to cuddle together for a group photo. I was more interested in the baby tree behind us, but Mam turned me round, then Neville got round the wrong way, and by the time he’s turned back, Biggles was wandering off. He went out first so he got a bit bored.

Mam was very pleased with our picture, though. Here it is again.

No, not that one, the proper one!

Right, there you are. She also took individual ones of each of us. So I can show you what happened to Nev on Saturday. The first picture was on GPAD, the second on Saturday. Spot the difference.

There you go, Sorry Auntie Tori… Nev had half his hair cut off! Cut shorter, that is, not his front half cut and the back half left long, that would look silly, What? Dylan wouldn’t let Mam cut his back half? I can’t imagine how awful that would look!

So, Nev’s looking right bonnie with his new hairstyle.

And what happened to me? Well, I was sitting there, minding my own business, feeling a bit funny, it’s true, so I‘d fluffed my coat up a bit, and Mam picks me up and takes me through to the kitchen for a check-up. And the next thing I know, I’m wrapped in a straight jacket, lying on my back, struggling to get rid of the horrid things in my mouth. And there’s this bright light on me, and Mam’s eyes are huge, looking at my mouth. Well!

It didn’t last long though, and Mam gave me a close cuddle and told me I was a good boy, and it wasn’t my teeth, and she gave me a little drink of something to make me feel better.

And after that, a wee while later, we went out in the garden, and I was feeling a lot better.

So I hope you’re feeling good, and I’ll see you next week.

love

Roscoe xxx

Garden Vegetables!

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

It’s been another busy week. We’ve been eating piles of grass Mam cuts for us when it’s too wet to go out. It grows all by itself at the bottom of the garden, along with some wildflowers that we’re not allowed to eat. Well, take us down there, Mam, and we’ll eat the grass and not the flowers, right?

Mam’s been making funny noises doing what she calls drilling and screw driving. She did it on the paved area, then brought it over in two L shaped pieces to the red carpet places. Then she screwed some more and made it into a rectangle.

Then she dragged all the bags of soil from the old compost heap over, and poured it into the rectangle. It filled about half of it. She folded up the carpet and laid it against the earth, then she planted the vegetables from the pots. There’s:

  • Dragon kale
  • Ragged kale (the one we think is a bit iffy)
  • tiny celeriac plants
  • cos lettuce (we’re eating the ones left in the pots now)
  • swiss chard
  • endive frizee (we’ve had some of that too)

And I think that’s the lot. Maybe when she gets some more soil she’ll sow some carrots, although the ones in the big pot are fabulous,

Then she fixed the insect mesh over it. She says it’s to keep the cats off, as well as the butterflies.

Then yesterday she did the second rectangle, although she didn’t put any soil in it. She says she’s going to scrape the grass off, fork it over a bit, and sow green manure in it to break up the soil. Look, I just tell you what she says. I don’t understand it at all. It’ll make sense when I see what she’s done, probably.

Run around the vegetables

No news on the newbies. But Mam’s put the fleece down in their cage, which must be a good sign. And they’ll be getting the snowman bed and tunnel.

Talking of cagewear, Mam gave me and Nev the blue snugglesack alongside the zebra one. Now we don’t need to argue about who’s sitting in it!

See you next time

Roscoe xxxx