Going home
I’m going home again this morning. It was just a 24 hour stay. When she rang me last night she said the weather had been so cold that I would probably have been all right in the car for the time I had to wait, but we don’t take any chances like that. It just isn’t worth it. It takes very little time in a hot car for a dog to become distressed. I wouldn’t leave a human like that, so it works both ways. Anyway, I like the people where I stay and a change is as good as a rest.
It does mean Mum will get the sort of enthusiastic welcome I normally reserve for Dad.
Thinking time
Being in kennels gave me some thinking time. My first thought was that I can tell Mum she can put the crate in the garden room away. I only really like the one I have in her office. It’s cosier and I do like having a cover over it to make it dark. I’ve been taking myself off there at night to sleep. I stay with Mum until she goes to sleep and then and get myself comfortable. She can call me if she needs me. I always make sure I’ve left her door open so I can hear her.
Second thought
My second thought was that I’m ready for a puppy. I think it would help me to feel young. Now I’m over the worst of my operation it’s time to start looking. I’ve talked to Mum about it and asked if I can have an Entlebucher of my own. Dad isn’t ready for his Corgi just at the moment, so that works out well. It could take a while for us to have Pebbles come and join us, but it’s time to start looking.
Love
Wilma
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