Friday 9th February 2018 – Wilma’s Friday Flashback

Before I look back, yesterday was all a bit of an anticlimax. Alfie has not had his MRI scan. They said it would be better when the abscess is bad and not when it has gone down. Although he could have had one yesterday then it might have meant he needed another next week and Mum didn’t like that idea. What it means is that he is now coming off his antibiotics and then as soon as it starts coming back up he has to go as an emergency patient to have his MRI and hopefully they will find out exactly what is happening and be able to deal with it all then. Alfie is very down as he doesn’t really want to have to go through the whole pain of the abscess coming back up, but Mum has promised to listen to him when he says he has the first sign of pain and not wait until it gets too bad.

Thiis is from when Alfie was just a small puppy:

2006

Today my mistress received a parcel in the post. It had been squeezed though the letter box and was a bit out of shape. I was appalled to discover that this is considered an acceptable method of transport for a teddy bear. I hadn’t got over this concern when I was horrified to find her putting the bear in the microwave oven and turning it on. What had the poor bear done to deserve that? There was a ping and she took him out of the microwave and gave him a cuddle, almost as though she was trying to make up for what she had done. No sooner was I starting to relax thinking that the poor little bear had survived his ordeal than she said he was cold and put him back in the microwave again. What is the world coming to? I am beside myself with concern, this is really no way to treat a teddy bear.

I’ve hidden Miffy so my mistress can’t find her, there is no way she is going in the microwave. It was bad enough when my mistress put her in the washing machine and all I could do was sit and watch her helplessly going round and round. This time direct action is called for. Miffy is safe, I can’t tell you where I have buried her in case my mistress reads this.

I did get close to the bear, it was a bit difficult as he is filled with some funny smelling stuff called lavender that made me sneeze. He didn’t seem awfully pleased to meet me but then I suppose some people are a bit funny about having a dog sneeze all over them. I gave his ear a sharp nip, to try and bring him to his senses. He indignantly asked me why I had done that to him. I explained it was for his own good, but I can only conclude that as bears go he isn’t very bright. He said his name is Charlie and that as far as he is concerned being put in a microwave is fine, he was told that is what he was made for. I think the microwaves have damaged his brain and that he can’t think straight anymore. Whatever he thinks I am going to try and mount a rescue mission just as soon as the coast is clear, and I am definitely going to keep a very careful eye on Miffy, when I dig her up. Charlie did say the microwave gives him a nice warm glow, however he does find that his bum gets a bit hot. It’s like when you don’t realise the car seat heating is on and you can feel your bottom getting really warm and you aren’t quite sure if it’s just you or if there might be something wrong.

Love

Wilma

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