Not a good start
Well, it was not a good start yesterday. When we got to kennels, they took me and Pebbles through at the same time. Mum had booked for us to be kept separate to make it tolerable for me. Well, there we were, both being led through to our kennels. Me trying to walk with a puppy wrapped around my neck and dragging behind. Quite honestly, I really don’t need that response from Pebbles ever. I could see by the look on Mum’s face that she felt dreadful about it, but there was nothing she could do. Like a good dog, I just had to grin and bear it until we could be properly separated. I knew I should have stayed at home with Mum. I just hope she found enough energy to make good the fence. Pebbles really needs to get back to normal activities.
Insult to injury
To add insult to injury, Mum took the opportunity of us not being at home to wash our beds. Really? Was that necessary? It takes me ages to build up the right layer of smells, hair and mud to make my bed truly acceptable. I guess it will give me something to do when I get home later. Although, alarmingly the spring in the corner of our garden is drying up too. Which will limit my opportunity to find mud. Mum says she’s surprised it’s taken so long. The way it works is that the geology of the ground changes at a line that runs across our orchard. All the rainfall that lands on our side of the hill from higher up the village from us, finds a way out of the ground at that line.
There are several springs across the line, one of which becomes a stream and even has a bridge over it. Ours just leaks down the garden – until it doesn’t. It means more of our plants will be short of water soon, which is a shame.
Love and licks
Wilma
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