Garden room
I’ve been enjoying our new garden room. I’m in my crate, being good, but I’ve got the French doors open. It was great, there was a gentle breeze and I could sniff all the local news without lifting a paw. Lying with the sun across one end of the crate was just perfect – well, as good as being crate bound can be. I could hear Mum working outside. She kept coming in to check I was ok and to see if I needed anything. I tried asking for steak, but it seems that was more likely in hospital than now I’m home. Having said that, she has bought me some steak flavour treats. She asked if they really taste like steak. I said I’d have to have a piece of steak at the same time to check. I still didn’t get any.
Getting older
Dad has found a perk of getting older. He is now able to buy a senior citizen’s railcard. For some reason both Mum and I found that quite amusing – although neither of us is far behind him. Do they do a dog railcard? If not they ought to. Although as Mum pointed out that I travel free on most trains here, perhaps it would be a bit pointless.
Plan for the day
I think it’s another busy day around here. I’m hoping the builders are going to finish the patio. Then it will be easier for Mum to sit outside with me or even move my crate out there for some of the time. There are also builders working on putting all the units in my room, so that may be finished this week too. Then there are some who are finishing the bathroom which Mum is more excited about than me. Mum says that this phase of work should be finished in another couple of weeks. Then we’ll be back to different parts of the house being chaos.
Love
Wilma
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