Digger
Pebbles is so much a digger that Mum is thinking of nicknaming her JCB. The area of grass where her pen is will never be the same again. Mum has already had to put bricks into four holes and is wondering if she can find a more permanent solution. I suggested that we should buy a sandpit for Pebbles to play in and see if that satisfied her digging need. Mum is thinking about it, but doesn’t think that would give her the same destructive satisfaction.
If only we could control where exactly she digs then we could make very good use of her. Unfortunately, she works entirely to her on rules.
My eyes
The specialist vet examined my eyes carefully yesterday including my rate of tear production. She says I have very dry eyes and this may be the problem. In humans that is apparently less serious, but in dogs it is down to an autoimmune condition destroying the tear ducts. I have to have steroid and antibiotic ointment in my eyes twice a day. I’m not good with that! Then in a week I have to go back to see if we have any improvement. If that has helped then I will need to move onto long term medication. The vet didn’t say what we have to do next if it doesn’t work and I didn’t like to ask.
Miserable
To be honest, it’s making me pretty miserable and that isn’t helping my relationship with Pebbles. I know I’m being mean to her and I really need to try a bit harder. Pebbles is taking it in her stride and isn’t holding it against me. That just make me feel bad. As Dad wasn’t at home yesterday Pebbles had to come to the vet with me. She sat in the car while I went in, but she still saw how much I don’t like going. Mum hadn’t wanted me to colour Pebbles’ view of the vet. I hope yesterday hasn’t messed that up.
Love and woofs
Wilma
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