Way-aye! Roscoe here, full of Gotcha cake, or was it birthday party? I’m not sure, and I don’t think Mam was either.
Anyroad, yesterday we had a party with cake. Me and Neville have been here a whole year. I have to say, I like it here. I’ve got used to the funny way Mam talks, and Bertie and Biggles too, for that matter.
Nev and I like our cage and the time we spend in the garden, especially with the blue tunnel to play in. And the morning routine is good too: Nev gets a cuddle and some cucumber (six pieces, he says, cos he counts), then gets to go on the floor for a run, with Biggles, who’s already been through the cuddle-cucumber bit. Then I get a cuddle and six pieces of cucumber, if I can’t fool Mam into giving me more. Then I join Nev on the floor and Biggles goes back in his cage.
Then Bertie goes and gets cuddled and finishes up the cucumber, and when he comes into the kitchen I get picked up and put back, then Nev joins me. Sometimes he stays a while to talk to Bertie, but I don’t like him doing that. Makes me cross to think Bertie has been trying to cuddle up to him. No matter, I forgive him after a bit. Then we get our pellets, and then Mam gets the breakfast from the garden or the fridge or a mixture of the two.
After we’ve eaten, it’s time for a snooze. And maybe we’ll go outside on the grass in the afternoon.
Then sometimes, like this weekend, we do other things later in the day, like have parties. The cake was delicious, although Nev was too busy with grass to start with. The grass has grown. I think we should be out there to trim it for you every day, Mam.
I remembered to put the ‘g’ on up there, did you see that? What, no ‘ thing? Okay.
It’s a hard life being a guinea pig y’know. Eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, work. I guess we work at what you call ‘play’, but it’s serious business, you know.
Take morning floor time. That’s hard work. It’s called exercise, and as ye may know, some exercise is really hard work. I get down onto the hay box, and before I have time to explore it, it’s off onto the floor, checking up on everyone and everything.
Everyone = Neville plus whoever’s been there with him. It’s either Bertie or Biggles. I have to check up on their scents, make sure they’re okay, not leaving any messages they shouldn’t.
Everything = all the nooks and crannies in the kitchen, making sure they are still there, nobody’s overwritten my messages that shouldn’t be there, looking to see whether Mam’s swept under the table, that sort of thing. Inspection is an important part of work. Quality control, it’s called.
We have pretty good quality here, even if Mam has gone overboard recently with the cleaning up bit.
The only rest I get is out in the garden. A bit of grass, then a good sleep, in the sun or the shade depending on what takes my fancy. We’ve been getting out on the grass most days, unless Mam hasn’t got home till really late. She did that three days in a row last week, but I let her off because we spent most of Saturday and Sunday in the garden. There’s not much grass there, though. It’s all dry. Except the wee bits in the shade of the boards around the veggie patches, or up against the wall. Those are still worth nibbling.
Trouble is, Neville’s nibbled them all now. Okay, I might have helped a bit.
Mam says we need rain. She’s even started throwing water on the grass. It needs more than that, I think, Mam.
Ah, well, hope it’s nice and sunny where you are. I’m off for some rest.
Some days last week were nice. When Mummy got home she put us out in the garden in the runs and it was very nice. She put the covers across the cages depending on how hot it was and how late it was. Later the sun doesn’t seem quite so warm.
I had the middle run this week, between Roscoe & Neville near the fence, and Biggles nearest the path. It was nice to see everybody but I find the sky a bit scary, so I rested in the tunnel or under my tent when there wasn’t anything else to do.
The grass seems to be getting a bit dry. I suppose I shouldn’t complain, but it is. Mummy said the grass under the plum tree is very dry, even dryer than mine. We didn’t go out yesterday because it was a ‘bit cool’ as Mummy says, and she brought us in some grass. There wasn’t very much, and most of it was drying, but it was very tasty all the same.
Mummy says we need rain, but only at night. I’m not sure that’s the way it works, Mummy.
I don’t know what this blogging business is all about. I haven’t got anything else to say. I said it last time.
We’re often out eating grass.
Mam is often out doing whatever she does on the grass. When she’s not out she’s either upstairs with Percy and Bertie, or in the garden pulling things out of the flowerbeds.
I hear Bertie was a bit huffy last week. He’s like that. Full o’ hisself. Mam says I’m full o’ meself too. Well, at least I’ve learnt to put a g at the end of my doin’ words.
Bertie looks after Percy
Percy looks after Biggles and Bertie
Bertie sits with Biggles
What’s over there?
Bertie was right scared when Midge had his fit. He was right next door watching. He’s grown up a lot since that night, I can tell you. Mam even left Biggles out on the floor the other day when she put Bertie down for his run. Once it would have been blue murder straight away, or so Percy says, and I’ve met Bertie and can believe it. But no, I watched Bertie eye up Biggles, and Biggles eye up Bertie, and Percy look from one to the other and snuggle in his hay box to keep out of the way… and nothing happened.
They still size each other up and play it big when they’re out in the garden with a cage panel between them. But it’s not too bad. Nothing nasty, like.
So he’s growing up, and Mam calls him a good boy to encourage him some more.
So forgive him if he’s still totally self-centred. I mean, all pigs are, really, aren’t we? And don’t forget, we’re Rodents with Attitude.
Mornin’ all, Roscoe here. I’ve a lot to tell you about today.
First off, it’s been sunny in the week. Mam went outside into the garden for a bit, several times each day, and left the door open. It was okay, I reckon, but she said the grass was too wet for runnin’ on yet. But she brought us some in, three days runnin’. That was yummy. She was expectin’ we could go out yesterday, but the rain came again, and we couldn’t. Toes crossed for today.
Saturday me and Nev had an excitin’ time. We went upstairs to a room we’d not been in yet, called the bathroom. There was lovely warm water in the bath to play in. I liked it a lot, and so did Nev. He explored both ends. I thought about jumpin’ out, but the walls were very high. Then Mam poured water over us, then some other stuff and gave us each a good massage. Oooh, that felt good. I wasn’t so keen on her liftin’ me up so she could do my bottom end, but no problem, really. Then she poured warm water over us again for a bit, before all the water disappeared and she wrapped us in a cloth and put us somewhere else for a few minutes. Then she wrapped us in drier cloths and took us downstairs for a cuddle, both together.
That lasted a long time, and she gave us a good rub with the red towel. Mam was watchin’ summat called Jimnastics on the picture box. Sounded good. Then she sat us on her lap right up close to the picture box and blew warm air over us with a white noisy thing. It was fine once I got used to it.
Then we went back into our nice clean cage, and she laughed and said she should rename me Fluffy. No thanks, Mam, it’s Roscoe now and forever, thanks.
Yesterday I think Biggles and some of the others had their turn. I guess this is all part of that spring-cleanin’ lark she did all through the weekend before.
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.