Limping
I was limping a little on my walk on Saturday but then yesterday it was even worse. You’re going to start think I’m a hypochondriac, but I’m really not. It’s not my back. That seems to be doing quite well. It’s one of my front legs causing the problem. I’m wondering if it’s because of how I’ve been compensating for my back or just the fact I’m so out of condition from having to rest so much for so long. Mum says our best bet is to go to the vet and ask someone who actually knows. I’ve had enough of vets if I’m being honest. I just want to get fit.
We are going to try for an early walk this morning and see how I do, but I’m not optimistic.
Tired just watching
I was tired just watching Mum and Dad yesterday. It was far too hot to be doing anything but there they were, packing other rooms so the builders could start on them. Mum is absolutely determined that anything we can do to streamline the work, and bring it to a conclusion, is going to be done. If things stay on plan we’ll have our bedroom back in the next two weeks. We had to move out of it right back last October – it was only supposed to be for a few weeks then. It’s been a very long few weeks.
A sad thought
Mum had a sad thought when we were talking about getting a puppy. Any puppy which joins the house now will never have known Alfie, Shadow or Aristotle. I’ve been lucky enough to know them all. It’s just not going to be the same for Pebbles or Biggles. Mum did say that might mean I’m the last to write the diary. It would be very odd for Pebbles, who will never have known Alfie, to be writing Alfie’s Diary. Don’t worry, I’m planning to still be writing it for a long time yet. For one thing, you’ll really enjoy all the puppy stories when we have them.
Love
Wilma
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