Pebbles is smart
Well Pebbles is smart, I’ll say that for her. It doesn’t necessarily make her popular. Mum wanted a lie in yesterday. She never gets up late, she just didn’t want to get up really early. I was fine with that. Pebbles was not. At 6am Pebbles called that she wanted to go out. Mum, being the good mum she is, dutifully got up and took Pebbles out of the back door. What Pebbles had failed to mention was that it wasn’t that she needed the loo. She just didn’t want to be in her crate anymore. Poor Mum stood waiting for her and Pebbles simply refused to come indoors. In the end Mum decided her only option would be to let Pebbles come in via the garden room.
Pebbles was happy to come in as soon as she knew she wasn’t going in her crate, but when Mum tried going back to bed, Pebbles decided to bounce on her. That was the end of Mum’s lie in.
Recognising Dad
This whole Canine Cognitive Dysfunction thing is really not great. So I don’t have to go past Pebbles, when I go out I go through the garden room. In the time it takes me to pee and eat an apple I forget that I went that way. I forget that I always go that way and go to the back door to ask to be let in. Mum has to come looking for me pretty much every time. You would think when I’ve only been outside a few minutes that I would remember, but I just don’t.
Worse than that was when Dad came home. Apart from Mum, Dad is my favourite person in the whole world. Mum told me to go over to say hello to him and I didn’t really know who he was. I didn’t bark as I would with a stranger, but I didn’t get excited either. It was just weird. I can’t really explain it. Mum felt quite sad and I just felt confused.
Love and licks
Wilma
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