Give a puppy a box
Give a puppy a box and you’ll be clearing up after her for ages. Pebbles is our official recycling waste crusher. She can reduce plastic bottle to almost nothing and as for cardboard, it’s so much easier to get in the bin when she’s finished with it. Mum is going to try her on a bigger box, but in a confined space so it’s easy to sweep up when she’s finished.
It turns out that money on puppy toys is completely wasted. She’s much happier with household waste.
Feeling much better
I’m feeling much better. My tummy seems to have settled down, for which I am exceedingly grateful – but not as grateful as Mum, who was doing the clearing up. Mum says I can go back onto my painkillers today and that is really good news. On the bright side, my eyes do seem a little better on the new medication, but it’s horrible stuff to have in your eyes twice a day. Mum has to apply it using a cotton bud and try to get it under my eyelid so it coats the eye. I feel like I’m looking through haze for half an hour or so after each application and I have to have it twice a day.
Butter wouldn’t melt
Pebbles is alternating between ‘butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth’ cuteness and totally puppy demon behaviour. She can change from minute to minute and has caught Mum off-guard several times. They had a walk yesterday and Pebbles was largely a good girl. They went to the dog field and she wouldn’t do anything Mum asked. She’s teething too which means she can be very bitey and Mum is finding that no fun at all. They have sat down and talked about it. Mum’s arm is not for biting on – Pebbles is still not taking that advice on board. Mum as a result, is covered in bruises.
Love and woofs
Wilma
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