Well that’s not fair. Aristotle is getting another delivery today but there won’t be anything for me. Mum was worried his food would run out before she could bring some more for him next week. Because he’s on a special very low fat diet she didn’t want that to happen. He can be very ill if he has too much fat in his diet. Anyway, Mum was worried so she’s sent some more food for him. Apparently, because I can eat just about anything, she didn’t see the need to send anything for me. I pouted a bit when she told me. Rather than sympathy, she told me to stop being so ungrateful. She’s already got a bag of my food and I’m not likely to run out before she sees me anyway. She might be right, but that didn’t feel like the point.
Shadow is her usual stroppy self. She is very good at being uncooperative if she doesn’t want to do something. She’s taken to sitting down several meters before Mum gets to the field that she’s supposed to be walking in. It then becomes something of a battle of wills as to whether Mum can persuade her to move in the right direction. Shadow has always made clear that she does not wish to cooperate with the plan for her to come back to kennels next week. She’s very happy to be with Mum, although begrudgingly admitted she is missing me and Aristotle. I can’t imagine how difficult Shadow found it to actually say that. She’s always so dismissive of us and says she’d happily be an only dog. It turns out that’s not quite the case after all.
If Shadow will get into the car, Mum’s going to take her over to see the new house from the outside today. They are going for a walk along the road opposite the house so that Shadow can see what she thinks too.