When two things combine
Oh the joy when two things combine. In Pebbles’ case it wasn’t so much joy as frustration. The two things which combined were her Boomer ball and her paddling pool. The odd thing is that when playing with her Boomer ball in the pen she often nearly headbutts it out into the garden. However, when it accidentally fell into the paddling pool, Pebbles could find no way to get it out. She spent ages pushing it from one side to the other, chewing the pool, putting one paw in – to no avail. She splash, she tried biting the ball – impossible, she bit the paddling pool. I found it all rather funny. Why she didn’t just get into the pool completely and gently push it out I don’t know, but it didn’t occur to her.
All day gardening
We actually spent all day outside gardening yesterday. The weather was warm, but not too hot. I ate apples. Pebbles chased the Boomer ball. Mum cut the grass. Dad cleared the apples. After that Mum moved on to cutting away lots of brambles and Dad started preparing the outside bar for a new coat of varnish. Mum can’t get the brambles unless Pebbles is occupied in her pen. The strange girl – Pebbles, not Mum – insists on grabbing them out of Mum’s hand. It doesn’t matter how much we all tell her that she is going to regret chewing on brambles, she doesn’t listen. I sometimes wonder if her mouth of made of cast iron instead of flesh. She doesn’t seem to feel anything.
Granny’s birthday meal
Today is Granny’s birthday meal so we have to stay out of the way. We’re actually going to day care. I asked to go but Pebbles will be happy too. I’ve never coped being around Granny since I first met her ad Grandpa and Grandpa’s hearing aid let out a high pitched noise that hurt my ears. Logically, I know none of that is to do with Granny, but it’s one of those PTSD type things that you just don’t get over.
Love and licks
Wilma
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