Left or right nosed?
Pebbles is trying to decide if she is left or right nosed. At every opportunity she goes to play with her new big Boomer ball. To be honest, she’s pretty impressive at ball control and ought to have a try out for the England team. Dad says her close ball control is better than the average England mid-fielder so we’re optimistic.
Mum wants to start teaching Pebbles to move in particular directions on command and has set up some goal posts for her to work towards. I pointed out that will only work if Pebbles hasn’t actually destroyed the goal posts before they start their training.
If nothing else, the Boomer ball is keeping Pebbles very lithe and fit and I’m wondering if perhaps I should give it a go.
Off to the vet
For my own part I’m off to the vet tomorrow. I’ve been doing really well for ages and was quite enjoying not having to go so often. However I have a sort of wart thing come up on my eyelid. It’s the eye I have to have two lots of eye treatment in three times a day. It’s really uncomfortable and I just don’t want Mum to do my ointment. Mum is a bit concerned that it may have been caused by my ointment, which would be a little worrying. The eye drops aren’t as bad but boy do I bark in Mum’s face when she has to put the ointment in now.
Today I’m off to hydrotherapy, so not nearly so worrying. I actually quite like going and it does do me good. As long as Mum remembers to pack my dressing gown so that I’m nice and cosy warm afterwards, then I’m happy. I may be a little overweight, but I’m quite fit considering all my health problems. Perhaps I shouldn’t tempt fate.
Love and licks
Wilma
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