Bone to the rescue
Yesterday was a definite case of bone to the rescue. Pebbles had so totally had enough of the hot weather and didn’t know what to do with herself. Mum had taken me out into the garden at 6am and even then I didn’t want to stay out. Mum has to insist I walked around with her until I’d been to the toilet. Then it was Pebbles’ turn. Pebbles, as you know, loves being outdoors. She needs to move a lot – and I do mean a lot! Being couped up indoors is just not her thing. To give you an example, when Mum took her for a last pee before bed on Thursday, despite the fact the temperature was still around 30 degrees, Pebbles ran straight to her pen to play football. Mum felt very mean explaining that wasn’t the best idea.
Keeping a hyperactive dog amused
Anyway, the time she could run around yesterday morning before it got too hot, simply wasn’t enough to keep Pebbles sane. When Pebbles is not sane, Mum is not sane either. Not an ideal situation. There are only so many training exercises you can play with a young dog before you want a sit down. Sadly, the young dog does not want to sit down. Yesterday Mum caved in and brought out one of the emergency bone store. Mum bought a pack of bones to save for emergencies and yesterday was one of those days.
There was just one small problem. While Pebbles was happy, I was not. What I would have given to have a bone as well. I’m not allowed bones as I always make myself ill. It’s a shame, but there you go. I just can’t curb my enthusiasm.
And when I say I was unhappy, I mean I proceeded to cry through the whole time of Pebbles having her bone. It didn’t make me popular!
Love and licks
Wilma
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