Dog field
It turns out there is a dog field in our village that we can hire. Mum is going to use it as a way to try to get the two of us working together. It’s hard in the garden as there are so many things which aren’t safe for a puppy, such as the pond. Mum says when it’s warmer she won’t mind taking that risk quite so much but she has no wish to have to go into a freezing cold pond to fish Pebbles out. The dog field won’t have all those problems. Mum is hoping it might be the perfect place to take the big ball that Pebbles loves and for us to have a really good run around together. The first step is for Mum to go to have a look, which she is doing on Saturday morning. Then she’ll make her first booking.
Getting it wrong
Mum is feeling like she is getting it all wrong with both of us at the moment. We need to change the way we’re doing things but that means all of us changing and even if Mum can change how she’s approaching things, I’m not sure I can. Obviously, I’m giving it some serious thought. As things are at the moment I’m missing out and Mum is going slowly mad – no, to be fair I think she may be going mad quite rapidly. I need to set a better example. My new ointment for my eyes has arrived so hopefully if I start to feel a bit better in myself I’ll be able to be more use. I wonder if for her part, Pebbles could be a bit less ‘full on’. To be fair, if she were I think we’d all find it easier. At the moment she’s more like Tigger on caffeine.
Love and woofs
Wilma
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