Moving up
Today Pebbles is moving up a class in dog training. I don’t think it’s necessarily because she’s ready. It’s more because she really is too big and boisterous for the new young puppies. She will be better to be with dogs who are more her own age. Given that she hasn’t been to a training class for a couple of months Mum really doesn’t know how all this is going to work. On the bright side, it should be a good day for Pebbles. Mum is armed with cheese, pate, cooked chicken, and sardines. To be honest, she’s going for broke and hoping that one or other high value treat will work to keep Pebbles’s attention firmly on Mum. Let’s be honest, they don’t work at home so there isn’t a great deal of hope.
Tipping over my bowl
I am really struggling with this cone and eating my food. I don’t know why it’s all so different, but it isn’t going well. Yesterday, I ended up tipping my bowl over. That wouldn’t have been so bad if Mum hadn’t been holding the bowl in place with her feet. My food went all inside her sandals. Do you have any idea how distressing it is to have to eat my food of someone’s feet? It was awful. Of course, if I ate my food dry it might have been easier, but I have water in with my food. There was a slimy mess everywhere and I couldn’t get it all from between Mum’s toes. Oh, she’s ticklish too. How was I supposed to know?
Hurricane Erin
Mum is tracking hurricane Erin. She’s torn. Of course the garden and the country need some rain, but it’s the timing of it that is worrying her. She is desperately hoping it is not at the same time as her birthday party in our garden. I’ve got my paws crossed.
Love and licks
Wilma
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