I’m bracing myself for the reunion. I am of course looking forward to seeing Wilma, but I’m not looking forward to seeing Aristotle. It’s nothing personal… no that’s not true, it’s entirely personal. He and I haven’t seen eye to eye for a long time. He’s one of those dogs with deep seated instincts. His instinct that causes a problem is to push out of the pack the weak. Oh it’s not his fault. It’s his dog lizard brain kicking in. There are humans who have problems with their instincts and there are dogs that have those problems to. Anyway, it works best if I don’t see him.
The problem is going to be the fact that my peeing problem increased yesterday. If anything alarms me or makes me jump, I seem to pee a little bit and can do nothing at all about it. Our Mistress has got the kitchen roll handy and the carpet cleaner will be following shortly.
I’m quite looking forward to passing writing the diary back to Wilma. I’m feeling very tired a lot of the time now and she will probably have a bit more to tell you. She’s doing a meet and greet with a prospective owner on Saturday so she’ll enjoy that. Our Master is taking her so that our Mistress can sit with me and of course because she still can’t actually walk anywhere. She will no doubt bounce back in here and tell us all about it when she’s finished. I know she’s excited as it’s a family who lives quite near us, so Wilma is hoping there might be another Entlebucher in our area before too long.
It has been good writing for the last couple of weeks, but I do need to put my paws up a little now.