Middle of the night
Getting Mum up in the middle of the night is rarely appreciated in my experience. This time it wasn’t me. Pebbles gave a woof about two in the morning and it was just enough to wake Mum. To be honest, I was quite impressed by the gently way she called. She gave a second little woof and that was enough for Mum to realise she needed to get up. Fortunately, Mum put Pebbles on her lead and had the torch with her. I know Pebbles jumps up and bites the lead, but Mum remembered a few treats to occupy her until she settled a little. Then Pebbles was torn between biting the lead and having a very big poo. She’d had a bit of an upset stomach and it was the after effects.
Wildlife
Anyway, once she was sorted Mum made to come back inside, but Pebbles wanted to walk a bit further. Mum presumed she wanted to go again, but actually she was following a scent. There, only a meter or so in front of where Mum brought pebbles to a standstill, was a hedgehog. Mum said it was minding its own business and looked very healthy. Obviously, Mum made their apologies for having disturbed its nighttime hunt for food and guided Pebbles back indoors so they could go to bed.
Instead of being cross with Pebbles for having got her up, Mum was pleased with her, firstly for knowing exactly how to ask to go out when it was needed and for taking her to see the hedgehog. I’m starting to think there may be a little favouritism here.
Gardening Day
Sunday is gardening day. Dad will be clearing up the fallen apples. I’ll be helping by eating them. Pebbles is clearing up the plums. Mum is picking blackberries and weeding the vegetable patches. We will all be busy and happy, which suits me rather well.
Love and licks
Wilma
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