Busy, busy, busy, Baggy.

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): Grey.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 1.
Tears: No.
Overall day: 😹

Furry Mama was up, out and walking Minty Mutt at 6.15am! By 8.30am Baggy was in Sudbury waiting for her dental appointment - she's got to have one of those weird thingies that protect her teeth when Hormonal Hannah is grinding them all night. As the dentist pushed the mould on Baggy's bottom teeth, he started talking about an incident at his University. Meanwhile Baggy was trying not to gag - "Think about anything except the thing in your mouth", thought Clever Bird as Freda Fretter started to panic.
"......we used to work as each others dental assistants. On one occasion my assistant used the wrong putty to take a mould. He used the stuff used for (something or other)..." Baggy didn't hear this as she was trying to stop Freda from having a total meltdown.
"....it wouldn't come off! It took over two hours of delicate work to get it off". By now, Freda is feeling decidedly sick.

As the dentist started to remove the mould, it got stuck! Waaaaaaaahhh! "Don't panic Freda".
"Easy for you to say Clever Bird, it's not stuck in your mouth. Oh, okay, it is but......."
The mould came out. And breathe Baggy.

"I wish you'd saved that story until that thing was out of my mouth", semi-joked a relieved Baggy!

Next stop the opticians. Actually that's not quite true baggees, next stop was a cappuccino and bacon bap, then the opticians. Freda Fretter was on one again, because she didn't want Baggy to have an operation on her cataract. But she needn't have worried, the cataract is still so small as to be irrelevant and is also of the slow-growing variety. Yay. Clever Bird remembered belatedly what it is that number one furry always says to her, "There's no point in worrying about things that may never happen, or things that you can do nothing about". Good advice. Shame Hormonal Hannah can't take it.

Next stop, the holiday cottage. Things to drop off, but more importantly Freda wanted to see whether the first ever guests had left any comments; they had - they were lovely. Phew. They had also left the place looking pretty spotless! The next peops are in on Friday.

Home. Next stop, take Minty Mutt to the vets. Furry Mama got there early, and was seen early. the vet was delighted with Mint. His skin has cleared up and he seemed much brighter. It became apparent that she had thought that Furry Mama was kidding herself that he was still a happy dog. She clearly believed that he was in too much pain to be happy, and that therefore putting him through the operation on his paw would be wrong. Today he was much livelier and more inquisitive and she was much happier that Furry Mama wasn't living on a dream planet. The op. will probably be in two weeks time, because "I think now that it would be well worth doing it". Meanwhile Minty is now on Tramadol as well as his doggy ibuprofen. And yes, it is the human drug, so hopefully he will soon be in much less pain.

Clever Bird then asked the vet whether she thought it would be a good idea or a bad one, to get a puppy to keep Mint company. Without thinking she said, "A bad one", then added, "Oh sorry, I probably shouldn't have said that, a dog behaviourist might say differently, but he seems like a dog who'd rather have you to himself, and it would be unfair to unsettle him". Clever Bird had come to a similar conclusion. She knows from having Minty from seven weeks old, just what hard work puppies are. It would mean leaving Mint to train the puppy, and that wouldn't be fair. Plus Mint is such a sweetheart that he would immediately give the puppy a superior position to himself in the pack hierarchy, which also isn't fair. So no puppy will be joining the family yet.

Creative Clara now needs to get back to researching prices for her new products for Realuv's next vintage fair on Saturday, which is why she failed to blog yesterday in case you were wondering baggees. There's no rest for a Baggy..........