Visiting Pebbles
Yesterday was spent visiting Pebbles or at least the possible Pebbles. Mum is still telling me not to get too excited too soon, but given how much she told me about Pebbles I am getting excited.
I think I told you that she is one of a litter of seven. There are four boys and three girls, so that narrows it down already. The three girls are all lovely, but Mum says the possible Pebbles is definitely her choice of the three of them. Her brown is quite a dark brown. Darker than mine was when I was small. It is good that we are each different. She does have little spots on her nose, so they may end up a little like mine which would be fun.
Mum made sure that Pebbles had a good chance to pick up both hers and Dad’s scent. I of course had already made sure that Mum smelled of me, so she would get my scent too. If all goes to plan, Mum is hoping that we will go again in another couple of weeks. She wants to make sure that by the time Pebbles comes to us we aren’t strangers to her. It’s a big thing for a puppy moving to a new home, so the more comfortable they are with the change the better.
Layby lunch
Mum and Dad were talking longer than I was expecting when they visited the puppies. It meant my lunch was late. Worse than that, I ate it in a layby by the side of the road with traffic zooming past. Where have meals sitting down with the family gone? The days of a neatly laid table with cutlery and napkins are a far cry from your bowl on the tarmac of a layby beside a busy road. I think Mum may need to reassess her priorities. That will be a very bad example to set to Pebbles when she’s a pup. If I’m trying to teach her manners, the least I can expect is Mum to provide the right environment for us both.
Love
Wilma
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