Barking at the vet
I spent yesterday morning barking at the vet. That’s not something I normally do. I bark while we’re waiting and then am quiet. It was a different vet and I didn’t really know what to make of her. She got Mum to hold my head as I think I was unnerving her slightly. She also commented to Mum on how high pitched my bark is. It’s not how to impress me. I know Mum finds me a bit shrill at times too, but she’s Mum and she’s allowed to say that.
Booked in for a scan
The vet seemed to think I may be making more of a fuss about nothing. Mum hopes she’s right. However, to be on the safe side, Mum has booked for me to have an ultrasound scan of my abdomen and my heart. I’m not allowed to have breakfast on that day, in case I need sedation. I wanted to explain that whether I need sedation will depend who is doing the scan. If it could be my usual vet then I’d be fine. I’ll have to wait to find out. I’m going in on Thursday. I know my usual vet works on Thursdays so I’ve got my paws crossed in the hope it will be her.
The village fete
Mum carefully cut and packed her roses so that they didn’t suffer on the walk to the fete. She went to a lot of trouble. When she came home and said there were only four roses entered I almost felt sorry for her. She didn’t even win, but came second and third with her two entries. Mum seems to have enjoyed herself though, which is what matters. She thought it had to be a single stem, so was disappointed when the winning entry was complemented for being two. She might have cut a different one or two from the plant if she’d known. Next time she will know more about what to do.
Love and licks
Wilma
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