Busy Sunday
It was a busy Sunday in our house. Almost all of Mum’s immediate family came for lunch, so there were 10 humans. I wasn’t in the best of moods in the morning while Mum was trying to get all the preparation done. She asked me to help her, but I covered myself in disgrace by leaving a protest pee outside of Pebbles’ pen. I tried blaming it on Pebbles but firstly it was the wrong side of the pen side and secondly it was far too big a pee for Mum to think Pebbles could be responsible. I know I shouldn’t have done it, but I was feeling out of sorts. At some times my eyes feel a little better and at others they are so closed up that I walk into things and just don’t see where I’m going.
Pebbles is different
Pebbles is different to the rest of us in lots of ways. One that Mum is finding interesting is that Pebbles prefers men humans to women. Because Mum is our human and we’ve all felt a bit protective of her, generally we’ve all preferred women and been wary of strange men. Pebbles simply loves men. She is adopting a whole posse of men who she adores. Obviously there’s Dad, and then there’s John, our builder but there was the paramedic last week and both Mum’s human nephews and her brother-in-law. Pebbles has got them all wrapped around her little paw and she’s shameless about it.
Ball lover
Pebbles has discovered balls all by herself and is addicted. Firstly she found a tennis ball in the garden and it became her prize possession. Mum doesn’t play fetch with us with balls as we do tend to both get obsessed and injure ourselves. Pebbles would not give up the tennis ball for anyone. When she fell asleep Mum took it away so she didn’t damage her teeth chewing the nylon. Then yesterday she found a plastic ball that’s a bit bigger than a tennis ball and she can only just carry. She is so proud of it. It’s really funny.
Love and woofs
Wilma
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