Forty days till the winter solstice

Morning all, it’s Bertie here today.

Mummy said last night she’d worked out it’s forty days to the winter Solstice, when the day is shortest.  Then the days start getting longer again.  I”m beginning to get the hang of these long and short days.  Short days are winter, and we don’t go out in the garden because it’s cold.  Long days are in summer, and it’s usually warm enough to go out.

The days are certainly short at the moment.  Mummy has been going out for golf as usual, and not getting back until it’s nearly dark.  We have a light above us that she turns on when she comes in, and turns off just after cucumber time, which is a lot later.  Some mornings it’s still pretty dark when she comes down from her sleep.  She opens the curtains and tells us what the sunrise looks like.

Apparently, it’s going to be like this, or even darker, until the end of January.  That’s when Mummy said the days will be back to the length they are now.  Well, I suppose that’s not too bad.  It’ll be another forty days after that before we can start to hope we might go out on the grass again, though.

I have trouble counting to forty.  I only have fourteen toes. I’ll just have to trust Mummy to tell me when things happen. Between us we can count to thirty-four because she has twenty toes. Or are they fingers?  Perhaps it’s a mixture.  Humans are funny like that.

This week we celebrate Percy’s Gotcha Day on  Thursday (because he didn’t have a birthday and that’s when he first came to live here, three years ago).  We also celebrate seven years since Fred’s Passing on Sunday.  I’ll have to have a look at his photographs to remember who he is. I never met him.

Have a nice week!

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last day of summer 2018

That might be it for summer…

It was really nice last week.  Each day when Mam came back from her golf (it’s always golf, we think), she put us out in the garden for a wee while, even when it was nearly dark. It wasn’t really dark. The darkest day we only went out for a few minutes, but it was good for a leg stretch and some grass.

Thursday Neville and me had a bath.  We don’t like having baths, but it’s good afterwards.  My hair goes soft and silky, and so does Neville’s.  His bottom stops smelling riper than is polite, too.  We get an extra long cuddle (I don’t like long cuddles) and get a warm blowy noisy thing held over us before we go for our run.  It does make you feel nice and warm, though.

Saturday was great.  Mummy was not in golf clothes, and we went out into the garden runs at lunchtime. That’s earlier than we’ve had all summer long, I think.  The runs had moved onto fresh grass.  We made good work of that, I can tell you.  Mam made good work of planting seeds in the veggie patch with the chard and winter lettuce.

There was a lot of air blowing about, almost as warm as that hair drying thing Mam used on Thursday.  We were in a sheltered part, between the plant that’s escaped from its pen and the wall, where there’s lots of grass.  Bertie was beside us.  He’d moved only a little way, next to where he’d been before.  And the other end was Biggles.

Mam said to eat as much as we liked because we wouldn’t be coming out much longer.  How right she was!  Sunday was wet as could be and Mam said it was cold out, too.  Today Mam’s gone out early in her golf uniform again, but she’s got extra layers on.  It’s funny how she manages to get extra layers of coat on.  We just fluff up our hair a bit more.

Mam said to send a special note to Auntie Noelle, because she’s been suffering from the hurricane, which is even windier than our wind.  That must be really something, Auntie Noelle.  And also we’re still thinking solidly for Uncle Mo, and hope the treatment’s okay and the human vet people are looking after you well. Love and kisses from us.

And love and kisses to you too.

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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Winter time

Apparently we go onto winter time early on Sunday morning.  Mummy says it won’t make any difference to us, she’ll be down at the same time as usual.  I think that means she’ll be down when she usually comes down relative to the sun.  I noticed a couple of weeks ago that the radio was coming on sooner and sooner before she came down, and also that she’s been going to bed later and later.  By the time they put the clocks back onto winter time, Mummy will have been on winter time herself for a month already. Continue reading “Winter time”