No extras
Poor Wilma is getting no extras over and above her special diet. As soon as she has anything else, her blood sugar is less stable. Mum has even stopped her Bonio. The problem now is that Wilma is pointing out the flaw in the plan. The whole reason for all of this is to give her the best quality of life she can have for as long as possible. However, Wilma is arguing that her quality of life is a lot better with the occasional Bonio and frozen Kong than it is by simply keeping her blood sugar completely stable. She probably has a point.
It’s probably the same where all treats are concerned. They never actually do us good physically, but mentally it is altogether a different matter. I’m just lucky that my favourite treat is a sardine – oh, there is the cheese of course, that’s probably not good for me.
Gardening
With Mum and me spending so much time outdoors, Mum is getting on very well with the autumn clear up of the garden. She says, having done so little over the summer, she isn’t gardening fit. Let’s be honest, she’s probably not any type of fit. On the bright side, the lovely wooden double seat is great for us to both sit on. I might be taking some liberties with the little table between the two seats and am using it to climb over Mum, but she must have guessed that would happen.
I got told off yesterday for bringing my Boomer ball to wherever Mum was working in the garden. She was laughing when she explained that she had put the fence in to keep me to playing in a safe area. Safe for her and safe for plants. I know that, it’s just I want to be where she is. Every time she threw my ball back into the orchard, where I’m supposed to play, I would run round and nose the ball back round the edge of the fence so I could join her. Now I’m being threatened with emergency fencing measures.
Hugs, licks and head butts
Pebbles
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