Shadow is a spoiled dog! Oh she milked the poorly tummy incident for everything she could get out of it. “You can’t possibly leave me downstairs while you go back to have breakfast in bed. What if I need to go out?” Mum gave in much too easily if you ask me. I didn’t get to be part of breakfast in bed because obviously I didn’t complain in the right way. How a dog who is over eleven years old and supposedly feeling unwell can suddenly find the energy to overcome her arthritic hip and jump onto the bed is beyond me. She managed. I think Mum is being soft on her as she knows just how upset Shadow will be when Dad goes back next week. Dad spoils Shadow all the time and I do mean ALL. He loves me, don’t get me wrong. Shadow, on the other paw, can do no wrong in his eyes and she’s making the most of it.
I’m getting exciting as we think my paddling pool is on the way to me at last. We’re not sure how it’s going to arrive but it seems to say it’s been despatched now. I’m planning to stand at the front window and watch for its arrival. The great thing with lockdown is that Mum isn’t using the car much. That’s good because she has said my paddling pool can go on the paving where she normally turns the car round. That way it can be left out ready for me to play in each day. I guess I’ll need to put some clean water in sometimes, but not every day. Shadow and I can’t wait to try it out. I shan’t mind even if it isn’t a sunny day, although Mum might complain if I shake all over her.