the palace

Our palace is finished

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We’ve got a palace! I know Mam told us we’d have a new set of connecting runs all one level, but I never thought it would be as nice as this.

So, on the left, having a sup from his waterbottle, although you can see his back, is Bertie. He’s next to the window-door. His is a 3×2 panel run. Next to him is Neville (at the waterbottle) and me in our 4×2. And next door to us on the right is Biggles, who you can just about see having a bite of celery in his tunnel. He’s got a 6 cube run, but it’s a 2×2 with a 1×2 extension behind ours to make it the same size as Bertie’s.

Don’t you think Mam was clever to lay it out like that? She says it’s easier to get behind Biggles this way, and although his then sticks out more into the room, that’s fine.

In the cubes underneath Mam’s now put our carry boxes, spare fleeces, our tents, and stuff like that. She’s going to use the ones on the other side of Biggles for her own bits, she says.

At one time last week I thought it wasn’t going to happen. Mam got as far as making the base for Biggles, and put his cage on top of it. We were still down on the floor in our cages, although Bertie’s hardly ever in his cage if the ramp was attached. One night Mam forgot to put the top of his cage down, and he was out for a run all night, since he couldnt get back in! I suspect Mam heard him, but let him learn his lesson. We haven’t got ramps in our palace, although Mam says she’s working on it.

Working on it is something she does a lot of. I was saying, she got Boggle’s base done, and then decided she had to plan it properly, like the legendary George would. So she drew it on squared paper and starting counting grids. And counted them again. And then she said “I’m two panels short, boys.”

So then she ordered some more from Mr Amazonian, who said they’d be delivered by the 28th, which as you know is next week. Mam was a bit disappointed, but said ‘Oh, well, they’ll get here when they get here.’ And then she got a message to say they’d be here on Saturday just gone! And then she got a message to say they would arrive at lunchtime – on Thursday!

So Mam got working on it, and eventually it all got made. Nev and I had to spend the day on Mam’s bed, mind. Well, not on her bed like Legendary George, we were in our cage on the bed. Mam made our base, but put Bertie’s cage on it while she made Bertie’s base. And then she made all the top bits. But eventually it was all finished, and all the floors put down that she’d brought with her, and we moved in.

I must says, it’s smashing. And there’s something else I thought. I reckon we’ll never have to move again. Not when Mam’s gone to all this trouble to make such a nice house. So I can relax. I’m home for good.

We’re at work on the grass, getting there slowly. Moving across the garden again. I reckons it’ll be at least two weeks before we reach the end of the garden. I wonder whether Mam will get the machine out to give it a once over before we finish. She did that to the front grass yesterday, and it looks right bonnie.

See you next time

Roscoe xxxx

The Legendary George
Biggles in the new garden

Runs and runs, and runs!

Hello! Bertie here again.

We are all keeping our distance from everyone except our immediate household. Roscoe and I had an argument about it in the garden and I won! I hope you are too.

We were out in the garden for the, um, seventh? day in a row. We have two days in the run, then it moves. It’s been moving across the garden. Then yesterday it took a step down the garden. Roscoe says it’s going to come back across next, but I say it’s going to continue down. We didn’t argue about that. We argued about who was going to give way in the tunnel.

It’s been lovely and sunny, and warm, and we’ve enjoyed the runs on the grass a lot.

Now when we go back in afterwards we find Mummy’s been working on new runs for us inside. They’ll take the place of our cages. I’ll be back in a nice 3×2 panel run. Roscoe and Neville will share a 4×2. Biggles is getting a funny shaped one which adds up to a 3×2, but fits our space better. Mummy says she likes to be able to walk round the back of Biggles’s cage to clean it.

Anyway, we’ll post photos when it’s finished.

Keep well

love

Bertie xxxx

I’m feeling tired

Well, I have been feeling tired.  I’m not so tired today.

Mummy noticed I was looking a bit fluffy, which sometimes mean I’m not well, but really it was just I felt tired, and a little uncomfortable, but I think it’s only old age.  I’m six and a half, you know, which is 90 in human terms.  I have meds for my arthritis in the mornings, one is called glucosamine, for joints, and the other is called metacam, for pain relief.  They work well and most of the time I feel fine.  And while I like my loft space, and do a lot of sleeping up there, it is a bit of a struggle to get up the ramp to it.

Mummy asked me whether I’d like to move to the flat part of the run full-time.  Well, I would, and I wouldn’t.  I like the view from the loft.  But I liked being able to move around freely when I was in the other run – that was when Colman was alive and fit.  When he stopped going up into the loft Mummy swapped us over.  He had the same meds as I do now.  Actually, I’m older than he was when he stopped using the loft.

I don’t know whether I want to change to the other run or not.  I’ll let Mummy decide.

Next week we’ve got a special post for the A to Z Challenge.  I’ve done nearly all my posts for it.  Percy and I shared them out.  I expect he’ll tell you all about it.

Mummy tries an experiment

Dylan
Dylan

Mummy tried an experiment last week.  She put a huge big run up around one of the vegetable beds, and made sure we couldn’t get onto that to eat the yummy carrots and chard, and stuck one little run at the side all on its own. I was first out, so I went in the big run.  It was HUGE and I loved it.  I ran all the way round while she was getting Dougall to come and join me.

Dougall took one look at it and went into the tunnel.  He doesn’t like a lot of space, does Dougall.  He’s a funny guy, even if he is my brother and best buddy.  I don’t have to boss him about much because he knows I’m in charge.  I think he looks up to me, me being more important and so on.  He does say ‘no’ to me sometimes, but I let him do that to make him feel more important. Continue reading “Mummy tries an experiment”