Stump rot
My piece of tree in the garden has got stump rot. You may not think that’s important, but I’m very upset. It was my very own stump and I liked it. I don’t want to go out every time I want a stumpie. Mum caught me looking round at all the trees in the garden to see if there was one that I could ask to have cut down to replace my stump. She said that was a little extreme. She says we will have to see if there is anywhere we can get a replacement tree stump from. It needs to be big enough for me to climb on and sit comfortably. In fact, it needs to be exactly the same size as the stump I’ve already got. That one has been just right until it started to fall apart.
I guess if Mum and Dad are really planning to build a dog play area into the garden it would work well as part of that. We could have more than one stump.
Meanwhile the repairs
Meanwhile, the sewing machine is going off to sewing machine hospital for emergency surgery. The signs are good that it will pull through, but unfortunately it’s going to be off work for a couple of weeks at least. It doesn’t help that its operation is booked for only a couple of days before mine. By the time Mum finishes making the cushion for us both to sit on, I’ll be jumping up on the settee again.
Race against the clock
As for the garden, it’s not a race against the clock to see if the building work can get far enough to clear everything away before my friends come in three weeks’ time. Mum says there is still plenty of space for us to play if it isn’t, but it would be far better if everywhere is sorted. It’s almost a day by day countdown to see just how much can be ready.
Love
Wilma
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