Missing Mum
I’m missing Mum. They have gone away for a couple of days without me. WITHOUT ME! Mum has agreed that once a year they can have a weekend when I’m not the focus of attention. Now, I know that Mum is missing me as much as I’m missing her, but why would she ever agree to go away without me? Do you know what makes it worse? She then tells me about all the other dogs she’s met and introduced herself to.
Ok, so they have gone to a nice hotel and I’m not doing so well with those these days. And, to be fair, while I’m recovering I can’t walk as far as they want to go and I’m not over-keen on motor museums. Mum would have stayed with me and let Dad do things on his own – but I guess that’s the point, just once in a while they want to do things together even if they aren’t things I’d want to do.
Football
They will be back tonight, so it’s not too bad, but Dad won’t be focussed on me even then. He will be intent on watching the football. You would think after being apart from his precious dog he’d want to make things up to me, but I guess that isn’t how he thinks. Mum will be there for me. She says she doesn’t even sleep properly if she doesn’t know I’m right by her side. I don’t either, so I do understand how she feels.
Mum has said we might go for a walk in one of my favourite places this week. We won’t be able to do the whole walk but we can at least do a little bit. I think she wants to take me to Oakley Wood and we’ll do ten minutes out and ten minutes back. It’s definitely something to look forward to.
Love
Wilma
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