I’m feeling sad. I don’t want our Mistress and Wilma to go away without me. I’m going to miss them very much. Oh, I know I’ll be all right here and I’m much better in a familiar setting. I know I need my routine and wouldn’t cope with all the moving around and strange places and people. It’s just that I don’t want to be apart from them. I worry. You know what it’s like. Add to that I need to cope with Aristotle. Oh I know he doesn’t mean any harm, but I do feel very vulnerable around him. We’re very different characters.
Our Mistress did get her car back thankfully and to celebrate she even went to the length of vacuuming out the inside. Now I’m not saying it was dirty, but you should have seen how full the vacuum cleaner bag was! I think the four of us may have been partly to blame. There was an awful lot of dog hair quite apart from the mud. Anyway, it’s all sorted ready for her to take away. She has even sorted out all our things which were in the boot and can now find what we ask for. Even the ball throwers are no longer buried under piles of other things.
I’ve been moulting really heavily for a couple of weeks now. Some of my undercoat is still coming out in clumps. Our Mistress has brushed and brushed me to try to help it all and still there are tufts sticking out waiting to be left on the furniture. I don’t really know what’s going on. I don’t usually lose it like this and am starting to wonder if I’m becoming more like my Master and going bald. There’s a long way to go before I really start to look like him, but I could be heading that way with how it’s going.
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