Squirrel
Squirrel used to belong to Aristotle. She’s been sitting in our toy box for the last year or so waiting to have a new role in life. Now she’s got one, although she may be a little more loved than she was hoping for. Pebbles has toys she destroys and toys she turns to for comfort. Shadow’s old cow can be thrown around at random, but Sloth, Squirrel and Reindeer are special. Sloth has a heartbeat and is put to bed with Pebbles every night. Reindeer also sleeps in Pebbles’ overnight crate.
Only Squirrel has been separately singled out by Pebbles for special treatment. Squirrel is in Pebbles big indoor pen. Sometimes Pebbles uses her as a pillow when she decides to take a nap. Yesterday Pebbles needed a little comfort. She turned to Squirrel and was trying to suckle on Squirrel’s nose while kneading Squirrel with her paws. It was really very sweet, although I’m not sure if Squirrel thought that.
Recalibration
After doing really well with her toileting, Pebbles had a bit of a relapse. The problem cam after she’d had to spend three hours in car travelling with Mum to and from visiting Granny. Even though she’d been doing well at getting used to the car, she has a bad journey again and felt quite stressed. When that happens it’s as though she forgets everything she’s learnt so far about where she is supposed to go to the toilet and how to use the muscles to control her bladder. By the seventh puddle in a relatively short space of time, Mum was at her wits’ end.
Yesterday Mum was doing her best to help Pebbles remember all she’s learnt so far. That meant they spent a lot of time outside in the wind and the rain waiting for Pebbles to remember to go to the toilet, before coming back indoors. Having a puppy in the summer really would have been easier.
Love and woofs
Wilma
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