Neville and Roscoe post-bath

Neville went to the vet

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

Yes, our Nev went to the vet yesterday. The local vet, to check his teeth, that is.

Mam says his back teeth definitely meet at the front because she can feel them. Nev says she put her finger in his mouth and he was so surprised he closed it. He hopes he didn’t hurt her. I think she’d have said something if you did, mate.

She said Ow.

Oh well, maybe you hurt her a little bit, but at least she knows where your teeth have got to.

Anyway, the vet looked at Nev’s mouth but said he had too much food in it. He hadn’t had anything for four hours and was starving! Maybe he ate some tasty poos in desperation. Mam talked to her about washing out techniques, but the vet was worried about things going down the wrong way, or something.

Anyway, we’re hoping to hear about going to another vet today, the one in Andover, because our local vet is happy to refer Neville to the expert there.

Not that Nev is in desperate need. He is managing very well with the new smaller pellets Mam is giving him (the ones baby Locksley needs). Mam’s also cutting his veg up nice and neat in sticks which are easy for him to eat. Easy for me too, so she’s given up and all our food comes served that way — ‘julienne’ is the technical term.

Nev was losing weight about two weeks ago, but he’s back to normal with the different pellets and food sticks.

Locksley is not back to normal – he’s nearly doubled in size! Ludo has also put on weight, and Mam says he’s feeling podgy. He may still do some growing, but she’s going to watch his food intake, all the same. He’s still as scared as ever, although Mam is very patient with him. He’s taking more time to look at us through the cage bars, though he still doesn’t say anything. I think he’s getting a bit more settled, though.

Mam says the fireworks season is nearly upon us. And judging from New Year, this area is very noisy with its fireworks. Sigh. People.

More news next week

Roscoe xxxxx

Under the weather?

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

I’ve been feeling under the weather for a few weeks now. It’s a funny saying, isn’t it? But it’s just right for how I feel. When it’s sunny I feel a bit brighter, happier, wanting to get out and about. Although Mam has been saying it’s too cold to go out and the sunshine is misleading.

You know I went to see Dr Mark at the end of August. Mam was wondering about taking me back, but I told her I feel just the same, just tireder. And the tubejuice she gives me is great. I think she knows that, because I lick the tube clean for her after she’s given it to me.

So she’s not planning to take me to see him again as far as I know.

She’s been wondering what to do about Neville though. She tried to trim his teeth the other day but couldn’t see them properly. I know she wants him to have them trimmed because his forward molars have grown too long. It makes it difficult for him to eat. He’s much slower eating, anyway, so I get to all the best bits before he can, which Mam says is not fair.

Her phone beeped late last night after she’d gone to bed, and this morning she said “it’s from Vedra, boys, with a person to phone about teeth.”

So she’s found someone not too far away to take Nev to have his teeth trimmed. I’m not sure where yet, or when, as she had to leave a message for her. But I’ll tell you as soon as I know.

Nev was a little light when she weighed us this weekend. But not too bad. He lost what Locksley had put on. Locksley is growing! He’s half as big again as what he was when he arrived. Well, that was over four weeks ago. Babies do that, grow, you know. He weighs 450gms now. That’s about 1000 less than me. So he’s a third of my size.

I chat to them both through the end panel now. Ludo is getting curious, which is good. He’s taking cucumber from Mam, too. And after we’ve gone in after our run, Mam’s been letting them have a free run, too. Apparently they’ve learnt about coming into the tent to go back. They saw us do it once, and they caught on immediately.

With brains like that, they’ll be part of the family in no time.

See you next week. Hopefully we’ll all be feeling better and the sun will shine a bit.

Love

Roscoe xxxxx

PS Mam says we star in her short story on her blog this week – on Wednesday.

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

Time has gone funny

Hello, Bertie here again!

It’s been a funny week. It’s been very dark all day. The rain has been lashing against the window. Sometimes Mummy has gone out in it. Mostly she only went out in the car to get our food, but one day she went to see Auntie Sophie who was trying to rescue some wild guinea pigs.

We’re all nice and warm here. I’m glad we’re not living in the wild like those one’s Auntie Sophie’s trying to rescue. Apparently one that’s already been caught has something wrong with his teeth, and Mummy’s going back tomorrow to see if she can help him. Mummy doesn’t usually do our teeth, unless it’s just the front ones.

When Mummy’s been here, she’s wearing a bright yellow coat which make the room seem sunny. I rather like it. She says it helps to keep the winter blues away. I agree.

But she seems to have got the time wrong for getting up, and giving us our cucumber and so on.  It’s been dark in the mornings but it was daylight yesterday and today. She says its something to do with winter.

Winter makes things all wrong.

We haven’t got any new photos this week.  It’s been too dark.

See you next time.

Bertie xxx

 

Who’s who? And an update on teeth

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

Roscoe stands on Neville in tunnel

How do you like this pose, then? Wor Neville thinks it’s a bit much, me standing on him while he’s in the tunnel, but he’s a big boy, he can take it.

All the news is about Neville this week.  First the update on his teeth.  They are nearly new.  You can see on these photos Mam took of them, how much they’ve grown in three weeks.  First when they had just broken off, then a week later, they’re okay but little stubby things.  Then last week about three-quarters grown.  Mam checked the length of both top and bottom teeth then, and trimmed the bottom ones to make sure they didn’t overgrow.  That would have meant Nev’s top teeth started wearing before they had grown right down, and that would have meant his molars (back teeth) wearing in the wrong place too.  Anyway, the latest pic shows they are nearly back to normal. (If you click the first you can get large pics and scroll through).

There’s a photo on our wall opposite.  Actually, there’s lots of photos on the wall opposite.  Mam says that the one directly opposite our cage is Hugo.  She says I remind her a lot of Hugo, the way I stand looking out, walk up her arm, take an interest in everything.  And the way I’m a divil for plastic bags.  Ooh, yes, plastic bags are great. Apparently I’m the worst plastic bag chewer since Hugo.  Surely you mean the best, Mam?

Anyway, the photo at the other end is of Dylan and Dougall.  Apparently today is Dylan’s anniversary. He pined for his brother so much that he went over the Rainbow Bridge to be with him.  That was today in 2015.  That’s three years ago.  Percy says he knew Dylan, and met Dougall, but he wasn’t well, so he didn’t get to know him before he passed.  Percy says Dylan was a canny chap.  Actually, Percy doesn’t, he says Dylan was a great chap who knew a lot and kept everyone in their place. That sounds like a canny lad to me. Percy talks a bit posh sometimes.

The question is, can you tell Neville from Dylan; and for that matter can you tell him from Dougall?  Take a look at these:

Mam says Neville is more milk chocolate coloured and Dylan and Dougall were more like mahogany. That’s a rich dark brown. Mam often uses long words. And Neville is very like Dougall in temperament, too.  Ah, he’s a bonny lad is Neville.  I bet I’d have got on well with Dougall too. I’m not sure about Dylan. But if he was the boss, and I was happy with that, we’d have got along okay, I reckon.

See you next time!

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