Coneball
Wilma has invented the game of coneball. I’ve left my toys all around the garden. At the moment, Wilma has to go out on the lead and wearing her cone. When she was walking up through the orchard she scooped a ball up with the cone and threw it a little way ahead and then did the same again. Mum thinks she was enjoying herself rather than doing it by mistake. It’s nice to see her a little more cheerful as she’s been really unhappy. I wondered whether we could suggest coneball as a new dog sport for sick dogs.
My ostrich bone
I still love my ostrich bone. You might think that’s obvious, but I don’t stick with anything very long normally – except my broken tennis ball. Anyway, my ostrich bone is different and I still love it. I even had to check it out before I could eat breakfast – but after I’d got Mum up in the night so I could check on my tennis ball.
Hose pipe
We may have a problem with the hose pipe. I have tried to kill it, but Mum didn’t seem very pleased. Then when she was walking round the garden with it, it attacked me. I know I like water, but it came as a bit of a surprise. I can only assume that means it has declared war and anything will be a reasonable response. Now I may look as though I’m quietly chewing on my ostrich bone, but in reality I am considering my strategy for attack. It will have to be while it’s snaking round the garden. When it’s all rolled up by the wall it’s much harder to get to. It may have to be while Mum is distracted with something else.
Bounces and nibbles
Pebbles
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