Fencing for Pebbles
The fencing for Pebbles has arrived. When I say for Pebbles, it’s more for the ball than Pebbles herself. Mum wants to cut the grass before she puts it up. She did make a start yesterday, but she hasn’t got as far as the orchard yet. Mum is as keen to do it as Pebbles is to nag her. While she was mowing nearby, Pebbles sent her boomer ball over the top of the pen and just missed hitting Mum. Mum’s thinking is that moving Pebbles back onto the much bigger and softer herding balls is less likely to result in injury all round.
Going Crazy
The way Pebbles was going crazy with her boomer ball, you would think it had been much more than a week since she’d seen it. It’s funny, we’ve had them for years, but none of the rest of us has ever got very excited about them. Pebbles on the other paw would play with it for ages, as long as she’s got an audience. She does like to have someone watching her, which is quite sweet really.
I think the forecast is good for today too, so Mum will be back outside with the mower. She didn’t get as far as we’d hoped as the grass is really wet in a morning and isn’t dry enough.
Repairs
Once the grass is done Mum wants me to help her with some garden repairs. The bottom has fallen out of a veg bed, the front has fallen off a compost bin – you know the sort of thing. I suspect Dad would be more useful than I will be, but I’m willing to try. Pebbles won’t be helping with these jobs due to her tendency to run off with any planks of wood she can get hold of. In fact, I rather think she may have contributed to one or two of the problems.
Love and licks
Wilma
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