Frustrating day
Yesterday was a frustrating day. As you know, Mum was going to be talking to my consultant about all my test results. What I didn’t know is that she wasn’t going to be talking to me. Normally, I’d be by her side for the conversation and hear everything first paw. Mum had not told us in advance that Pebbles and I would be spending a night in kennels. Apparently dogs aren’t allowed to buy tickets for Les Miserables. Dad plays it often enough that I’d have known most of the words. And I can bark along to the music with the best of them. Anyway, the upshot of all that is that we are in kennels and I don’t know my results yet.
Packing for our stay
Packing even for a one night stay is a big job. I’d only just had my breakfast yesterday when Mum told me to get my stuff ready. My problem is that I have to make sure I’ve remembered all my medication and that it is all clearly labelled. For Pebbles the difficulties are mainly around whether to take Sloth or Hoppig. She wanted to bring her new bone too, but Mum said she only liked Pebbles having that when she is supervised. Instead I had to spend the whole day yesterday with Pebbles asking if I thought her bone would still be there when she gets home. Quite honestly, given how many old bones are still lying around our house, I can’t see it having gone far.
Mum will be picking us up straight after breakfast, so at least we’ll be at home for the rest of today. I have to go for my Librela injection this afternoon. There always seems to be something medical on the horizon.
Love and licks
Wilma
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