Getting confused
I was getting confused at hydrotherapy yesterday. Sometimes the whole idea that you have to keep moving, even if you aren’t going anywhere, is quite difficult to get my hear around. Sometimes I put one paw on the side parts that didn’t move and only three paws were going backwards. Other times I put a paw onto the bar at the front and that leg seemed to go forwards while the rest of me went backwards. Most weeks, even if I start like that, I get into my stride. Yesterday, my legs seemed to be doing their own thing and were constantly surprising me.
On the bright side, I still managed my seven minutes and I did get some nice pate as treats to encourage me to keep going. It wasn’t all bad.
Weird dog
Meanwhile, Pebbles is just plain weird. I guess you might describe her as exuberant. She was so happy to see some sunshine that she did a commando crawl right around the orchard. It’s her equivalent of a happy dance. Then she rolled over and over on her back, kicking her legs in the air. She offered quite a spectacle.
Mum and I didn’t show how we felt in quite the same way. I just mooched about enjoying the sun on my fur. Mum moved five barrow loads of compost, weeded some veg beds and cut some dead wood out of plants.
Maybe it’s Pebbles who has got it right, now I come to think about it.
Plan for today
Other than going to the vet this afternoon, I don’t have much planned for today. Pebbles is hoping for more rolling and Mum wants to move more compost. I think finding a spot to snooze might be a far better idea.
Love and licks
Wilma
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