Oh Pebbles!
Yesterday was an ‘Oh Pebbles!’ kind of a day. She was doing so well. I suppose you can’t expect everything at once. Firstly, she went back to grab biting Mum’s sweatshirt when she was trying to cut the grass. Mum hasn’t had to put Pebbles in her pen very much for the last couple of days, but yesterday it was the best option. Apart from Pebbles ripping her sweatshirt, Mum is worried about Pebbles’ safety around the lawnmower.
Then Mum came inside and realised that Pebbles had peed all over the bed in the kitchen. We have no idea why she has done that. It isn’t as though Mum leaves long gaps between her going out. In her own bed Pebbles is completely clean so Mum wonders if it has something to do with her smelling me.
Separation anxiety
One downside of us all going on holiday without Pebbles is she is now showing some signs of separation anxiety. Mum says part of it seems to be that Pebbles is enjoying having more privileges around the house and now wants them all the time. When she’s in her crate and she hears Mum going out of the house she cries. Ok, so she may have learnt that one from me.
One of the problems during the day is probably that she’s missing being outdoors as much. Don’t you just hate winter?
Eye specialist
I’m off to the eye specialist this morning. I’d love him to say that I can reduce the number of eye drops I’m on, but I don’t think that’s going to happen. It’s a nice dream. Mum doesn’t really want me to have another operation in case it makes my dementia worse and I guess she’s got a point. I’d hoped the ‘I have dementia’ tag that’s going on my lead would have arrived before I had to go anywhere, but it’s not here yet.
Love and licks
Wilma
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