Pebbles is crazy
The only thing I have to say is that Pebbles is crazy. Living with her is not for the faint-hearted. Actually, I think we could sell a weekend living with Pebbles as one of these ‘extreme experiences’ that humans seem to like. People would arrive looking well-groomed, clean and cheerful. Then they’d spend a weekend being jumped on, knocked over, barked at and herded. They would eventually come out looking like a haystack in a hurricane. Better still they would have paid for the experience. Meanwhile we are all doing it for free! Thinking of it like that actually makes me wonder who the crazy ones really are.
Training
Pebbles’ training class yesterday was not a huge success. She did some of the exercises very well. Everyone said how well she’d do in a circus. Mum asked if they knew any she could join. Unfortunately, she also got over-excited and jumped up and hit Mum in the jaw… the wind pipe… bit her sleeve… you get the general idea. That was the point Mum decided that the best option was to bring Pebbles home. It was still twenty minutes from the end of the class, but I don’t think Mum could have lasted much longer.
Herding balls
Pebbles is now nagging Mum to look into getting her a new herding ball. The problem is that it has to be bite proof. Mum gave her the boomer ball to play with in the orchard but Pebbles says she much preferred the bigger ball. That was when Mum said through gritted teeth that Pebbles should have thought about that before bursting it. Pebbles is never down for a more than a minute, so chose instead to bounce all over Mum while she was trying to empty the vegetable trough that needs repairing.
It’s going to be a long week.
Love and licks
Wilma
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