Physiotherapy needed.

Note to readers (my lovely Baggees): For the avoidance of any doubt - every character in this blog is me!!! No Baggy was harmed in its writing.

Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Black
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 5
Tears: Yep.
Pancakes (Yes/No): Nope - being good.
Syns (Baggy is allowed 8-15): 0.
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): 12st 6lbs!
Overall day:  😎 

Grotty Groom had to go to the yard today as both Wesley and Joey had physiotherapy this morning, so Furry Mama took Minty Mutt out first. They bumped into his two besties - a couple of puppies. By the time Creative Clara thought about shooting this little video. he'd worn himself out playing with them and trying to work out where their "male bits" had gone, since last time he saw them!

 

 

As soon as he got home, he collapsed in a large furry heap. Baggy took Grotty to the yard to groom the Boys ready for their physio. session. Wesley was chilling when she walked in.

 



Grotty felt bad disturbing him, but he had to be groomed. He was enjoying himself having so much fur coming out, doing his usual thing of moving to get Grotty to do the bits he wanted scratched. Grotty was enjoying herself. Perhaps a bit too much. She was in the moment, not paying much attention. Wesley stepped sideways, onto Baggy's foot. And stayed there! Normally if he does that he realises and gets off; not today. It was agony. Baggy woke up enough to get Grotty to give Wessles a "get off" tap on his side. Wesley pushed himself off, putting even more weight on Baggy's toes as he did so! Grotty hobbled Baggy to the tea room to sit down and check her toe. It was painful, but fine. Phew!

Wesley needed quite a bit of treatment on his back. As he had it, he licked Grotty's gloved hand. Suddenly he bit Grotty's gloved hand! He knew he shouldn't have and shot his head up.
"It's fine Wessles", said Baggy, glad that Grotty had put gloves on.
"Sorry Wesley," said the physio. "that was the sore bit".
He went back to licking.
Then Hormonal Hannah kicked in with the guilt-thing. Wesley is in pain because he's lost his muscle because Grotty hasn't been riding him or even getting to the yard much. Baggy had a mini-meltdown. Wesley needs to get back into work. But after lovely supportive words from the yard manager and the physio. Clever Bird realised that they were right: new start from now. No pressure, just aim to spend more time with Wesley and build from there.

Joey Bless him has also lost his riding muscle, but being a big strong Boy, was fine and needed no treatment, just a nice bit of a massage.  He loved it. After four hours at the yard, Baggy set off home feeling determined to get Grotty back on track.

Therapy 2 of the day, Baggy got Gloria into her garden. She decided to tackle the little patch near the side of the house.

Before:

 

Not sure if you can even see the difference Baggees, but much pruning and chopping out of dead bits was done. Then marginally scarily Gloria burnt the rubbish as she went along; she managed not to set fire to the trees - just. Three hours later.

 

After:

 

 

 

Minty Mutt watched on:

 







At least more of the garden has been sorted before winter reappears tomorrow. Now to get Baggy to do her own physiotherapy for the first time in weeks..........