All her fault
It’s all her fault – and by ‘her’ I mean Pebbles. Mum and I have come to an agreement. If she wanted to go out in an evening then I would be fine about that as long as she went out late enough to have given me my bedtime biscuit and put me to bed first. It wasn’t difficult as I’m happy to go to bed any time from 7.15pm onwards. Mum always took me out again when she came in and gave me an extra biscuit for being a good girl.
And then Pebbles came along. So I’m writing this to you from kennels, where I’m waiting for Mum to come to pick us up. I still offered to stay at home, but no, someone had to look after Pebbles. No amount of saying there was nothing I wanted to do less, had any impact whatsoever. I did at least insist that Pebbles and I should have separate rooms, even though I was next to her.
Missing each other
I’ve been missing Mum and she’s been missing me. I guess she’s missed Pebbles too, but by contrast Pebbles seems entirely happy with any human she comes across, so doesn’t give the impression of missing Mum. She prefers men anyway – Pebbles, not Mum. The worst of it was that Mum had to go to the party she was at last night on her own, as Dad’s away. I could have gone to keep her company, although she did point out that dogs were not included. In those situations I’m her emotional support animal as she really isn’t very good on her own. I worry about her. I do hope that as Pebbles grows up she will show more sign of wanting to take on the role for when I’m not here.
Anyway, I’m sitting here ready having already packed my overnight bag and will throw myself at Mum just as soon as she gets here.
Love and woofs
Wilma
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