Small children are the best – Monday 11th May 2026

Small Children are the Best

It turns out that small children are the best. When everyone had gone yesterday, Mum let me into the kitchen before pebbles. What a happy dog I was. There was roast port and potato, carrot, parsnip and broccoli all for me to help myself to from the floor. ‘What, really?’ I said to Mum. ‘You don’t mind?’ Mum said it was fine. She’d made sure it wasn’t the gravy or the stuffing and whatever there was would be safe for me to eat. How cool was that? Of course, there wasn’t very much, but enough for me to get a good flavour of everything. I didn’t get any cheesecake. I’m quite disappointed about that, but it seemed churlish to complain.

Commando crawl

Pebbles went out to meet everyone yesterday. She was one excited girl. She did Commando crawl the whole time. It’s her default excited dog position. Closely followed by rolling on her back. Mum’s nephew would like a dog for his birthday. Mum tried suggesting he could take Pebbles. I know she wasn’t really being serious. Mum’s nephew has two small children, so quite honestly I think a slightly calmer dog might be a better fit for his family. Besides that, Mum adores Pebbles and would miss her.

Off to the vet

I’m off to the vet this morning, but it’s only for my Librela injection. That’s for my arthritis and does keep me in much better shape. Other than the fact I get confused about some things, I’m in better health than I’ve been for a long time. I’ve asked Mum if on some of my good days we could try going on some of my old favourite walks to see how I get on. I do find it easier with friends around, but it might be ok without.

Love and licks

Wilma

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