Not keen
I’m not keen on spending lots of time outdoors now. Yesterday was cooler, so Mum said Pebbles and I really needed as much fresh air as possible. Pebbles was thrilled by the prospect and helped Mum with an awful lot of grass cutting. They had breaks in between, but managed to get through most of the back garden.
Mum asked me to help her weeding the big veg bed. It was slightly ironic as that was where we put down the weed suppressant. What actually ended up happening was that the weeds grew even better under the suppressant as it held the moisture and warmth. Anyway, we’ve removed most of the felt layer and then dug out the new weeds. I’d only been outside for about five minutes when I said I’d had enough. Mum was less than impressed. In the end we agreed I’d stay out for half and hour and then she’d let me come inside.
Hungry
One of the problems is that I’m hungry all the time. I think the medication I’m on may have increased my appetite. Mum is already concerned that I may have put weight on. Given I’m only pacified by my next frozen Kong or biscuit and am prepared to bark incessantly until I’m given what I want, we have a bit of a problem. Logically, I do understand that more weight to carry is bad for my joints, but while my head says diet, my tummy says biscuit. The real problem is that my tummy speaks much louder than my head.
Apart from not wanting to go outside, I’m not doing too badly. I’m getting used to sleeping in the kitchen rather than next to Mum. She’s nearby so I can call to her in the night to check she’s still there. I think she appreciates it.
Love and licks
Wilma
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