Going out
I’m going out today. I know I often go out, but rarely do I go out twice in one day. I’m quite concerned. Now, to be fair, the first trip out is to my hydrotherapy session. I always enjoy that, and it’s very familiar so I don’t tend to freak out. My second expedition is to the vet. Also a familiar location, but that’s one where I will freak out. I get so stressed around strange dogs and people. I guess we’ll do the whole ‘I’ll wait in the car’ thing, so I only go in at the last minute. Mum wants me to talk to the vet about my dementia. If I’m honest, I don’t really want to. What am I supposed to say?
Talking about dementia
Some things I only know about because Mum tells me I’ve made a mistake. When I go to the ‘wrong’ door to come in and I could swear it was the one I went out of, I want to say ‘prove it’ but then I guess Mum probably could. It’s the barking which is getting Mum down the most. When I don’t know what to do next, I bark. I don’t mean just a little woof – I stand and repeatedly bark in Mum’s ear. Neither one of us has any idea what to do next. Mum generally gets up from where she’s sitting and walks around the house with me. As long as she keeps walking, I’m fine. If she stops then I start barking again.
Night time
Night time is the worst. After about 5pm I simply can’t settle unless all the lights are off and Mum has gone to bed too. I spend some time in my crate and some time we manage to get through sitting in the garden room, but that only lasts so long. Around 9pm I want to go to bed. Mum pretends to go to bed. It’s fine until I realise she’s only pretending. Then I kick off. Dad has been in America for work so tends to ring quite late on. If I hear the phone or hear Mum talking then I get really upset because she’s promised me we’re going to bed.
I guess I can just explain all that to the vet and see what she says.
Love and licks
Wilma
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