Another manic day
I had another manic day yesterday. Mum was at her wits end with me. At one point I was desperately pulling things out through the bars of my crate as Mum had closed the door. Then I was running to the kitchen, bouncing off the fridge and then running back and body slamming Mum. I managed four repeats of that before she closed the door of the utility and I just ran straight into it.
Confusing
I didn’t know why I was like it. Some of it was like having the zoomies while high on drugs. Not that I’ve ever been high on drugs. I’m just imagining. I was like it all day until late afternoon. Then out of nowhere I realised what I really needed was just to be held by Mum. I tried climbing on her knee in her office chair but it didn’t work. In the end, Mum realised how desperate I was to be held and went and sat with me in the big comfy chair. It was amazing. It was as though all the tension and stress I was feeling melted away and I just fell asleep right there on Mum’s lap.
A request
Mum has asked if we could possibly skip the first part and go straight to the cuddle. I can see why she’d prefer that. Frankly, I think I’d rather do that too. I don’t even enjoy the crazy part. It’s not as though I get anything out of it – except maybe a bit of an adrenaline rush. Mum says it’s not normal, but I’ve not got much to compare it with. Maybe that’s what it is. I like the adrenaline rush it gives and then when it crashes I’m quiet and calm. Whatever it is, we really wish we know how to control it.
Licks and head butts
Pebbles
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