Double take
I did a double take yesterday. The wood blocking the new garden room off from the kitchen has gone. All of a sudden there was another room that I could wander into. There are four steps down to it, so Mum has said I’m not to go down any more than necessary. She says if I really want to go in there then she will take me round from outside so I can avoid doing any stairs. She also said not to traipse in and out with all the dirt and dust on my paws. I am guessing she’s planning to do some cleaning, but it will take a while to get straight. Thankfully, I think we’re planning to work in the garden if it’s fine – which is much more to my taste. The downside is that it is pigeon eviction day. I’ll have to let you know how it goes.
Thin enough
I think I’m thin enough now. I’ve told Mum that I don’t want to lose anymore weight. It isn’t that I’m just pushing for more food. When I pass the mirror I can see that I do look a lot better now I’ve lost weight, but I don’t want to be a skinny dog. I’d hate to be the sort of dog that is all angles and bones and isn’t so cuddly. At the moment I’m about right. There’s still plenty of me to wrap your arms around, but not lots of spare bits I don’t need. Mum says that I need to be restrained when there are apples on the ground, otherwise I shall go back to how I was. It’s not going to be easy, but I can see the benefit.
What we are both pleased about is that I’ve managed to get down to a much better weight before I have more operation. Mum says it will make my recovery easier not to be carrying any extra. I just hope she’s right.
Love
Wilma
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