I have said sorry
I have said sorry, but to be honest it may not be enough. Mum has never gone to the trouble of actually cooking a birthday cake for any of us before, not even for Alfie. I know she went to a lot of effort for me yesterday. She found a number of different recipes and chose what she thought was the best one. Then she followed the instructions carefully. Up to that point all was going well. It looked good, it smelt good. I just didn’t like it.
We dogs are omnivorous – which means we eat everything. And usually that really does mean everything, even fox poo. Actually – especially fox poo. The birthday cake that Mum so lovingly baked did not fall into that category, not for me and as it turned out – not for Pebbles either.
All the ingredients were human grade food so I suggested she should eat it, or failing that feed it to Dad. Mum’s response was that she’d never seen a vegetable as being a cake ingredient – “Exactly,” I replied, “I couldn’t agree more.” Next time perhaps she could use a meat base.
My present
Now, when it came to my present that was frankly disappointing. I had been very much looking forward to my ostrich bone. Pebbles had raved so much about the one she had, that I knew it would be something special. Getting older always results in little surprises. One of which is finding that my teeth aren’t as good as they used to be. All of a sudden, chewing on something hard was really uncomfortable. And sadly, that went for my duck strips too. I’ve asked Mum if I in future I could just have some nice soft meaty treats and maybe just a little steak and ice cream.
Thankfully, except for the cake, Mum understood.
Love and licks
Wilma
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Dear Sis, you poor thing! That was mean that you didn’t get a proper cake. You must insist that Mum bakes you another one – with real ingredients, i.e. meat! I had an operation yesterday. The doctor cut away a few lumps on my stomach. Keep your fingers crossed that she got everything. Now I have to wear silly pyjamas, but I’m being spoilt with delicious treats. Take care, I’m thinking of you, Sweetheart.
Oh my dear sister, I do hope you will be all right. I have my paws crossed for you. I think pyjamas are better than the awful cone I’ve had to wear so much. I’m really looking forward to seeing you in September. By then hopefully you will be fully recovered and I will have had my eye operation too.
All my love
Wilma