Pawprints in the pond
There are pawprints in the pond and they are most certainly not mine. The top end of the pond is now completely dry, except for a thin layer of mud that had been on the bottom. Now it means we can see exactly where a certain puppy has walked. Pebbles, of course, is saying that she was not responsible, but as Mum saw her and told her off I think it’s pretty certain that Pebbles is the culprit.
Mind you, she may have found the pond a cooler place to be than out in the heat of the garden. Maybe that means she can be forgiven. Mum is more concerned that she’s going to put her claws through the liner, but I think it will be all right.
My eye
The inflammation in my face has gone down to some extent. At least it means I feel more comfortable than I had done the other day. It gave me a bit of a jolt to be honest. Having thought that everything was going well, it was a bit of a surprise to have a little turn in the wrong direction. Now I think we’re back on track. Mum has agreed that as long as I stop walking into the backs of her legs with the cone, then I don’t have to be in my crate. Usually I don’t mind, but it’s hot and having my face on the cool tiles of the floor is much nicer.
Change of food
Mum has decided that she will change my food now rather than wait to see if the vet says I need to. I’m ten, so there really is no harm in my being on senior food. The extra things in it which are good for my joints can’t be a bad idea all things considered. The only problem is going to be how much I get to eat. I’ve been on diet food as I do like there to be more volume. It’s going to take quite a bit of effort to adjust to smaller portion sizes. I guess I have to try.
Love and licks
Wilma
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