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): Blue.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 4.
Tears: No.
Overall day: Constructive.
After an atrocious night's sleep, Baggy still managed to get up at a reasonable time. Number one furry got himself into biker mode and headed off to a rally for the weekend. Freda Fretter was rather worried how Hormonal Hannah was going to make Baggy feel when she was on her own, but actually she was okay. Mainly because she had a plan. Take Grotty Groom to the yard to see the Boys and meet the farrier. Then head to the rescue centre to see Pepper.
The first part of the plan was fine. Grotty spent some time with each lad. Gave them both a good groom, even though they were a bit soggy. Picked them lots of rosehips each. Had a cup of tea and a natter. Mucked out both their stables where they'd made a mess waiting for their new shoes. Turned Wessles out. Gave them another cuddle and a couple of hours after arriving, set off to see Pepper.
As you know baggees, Furry Mama was there on Wednesday and yesterday, so she knew where it was didn't she? Well, no, apparently she didn't! Now admittedly they went via a different route each time. The first time Calum drove there (following the sat. nav. directions, only he went wrong and it re-planned the route along little back roads). The second time Baggy drove, along the correct route, with Calum directing her. It was a much more straight forward journey along main roads, until the little turning to Hales Green hamlet. Simples!
Baggy set off happily. Eventually came to a roundabout she didn't remember. Decided she had past the little turning. Went back round the roundabout looking for the turning. Couldn't find it. Went back up the road. Got to the roundabout again. Went back the way she came - again. No turning. Decided to try turning left at the roundabout. Drove a few miles. No turning. Freda Fretter was beginning to panic. Eventually she came to a sign saying Hales Green. Clever Bird knew that it wasn't the turning that she was looking for, bit it was the right place, so she turned off. Onto a gravel track over a cattle grid. Big sign - Private Property. Private road to blah blah properties. No through road to Meadowsgreen Rescue Centre. Oh heck!
Baggy turned Billy Bob Jalopy around (with some difficulty) and headed along a teeny-weeny track. To another teeny-weeny track. Which led to a T-junction. However this is Suffolk - NO sign posts! Baggy made a random decision to turn right. After a few miles of NOTHING, she turned round and headed the other way, with zero idea where she was heading to. The road went on, and on, and on. No turn-offs. No sign posts. Freda was beginning to panic as by now it was nearly 1.30pm and the centre closes at 3.00pm. Eventually she came to a little junction. She decided to turn left. Clever Bird suddenly recognised the "dingly dell avenue" that they had travelled down on on Wednesday. Then she recognised a house. And a barn. And a pheasant on a muck heap - well the muck heap anyway, well actually perhaps it was the same pheasant. Anyway, finally, nearly forty minutes after not knowing the roundabout, Baggy got to the centre. Phew!
She wandered into reception. Furry Mama was silly excited about seeing Pepper. The owner came over, "Oh, hello, I didn't know you were coming today, Luke isn't here".
"That's okay," said Furry Mama, thinking that he was just out for a walk or something.
"I sent him over to Norwich for a training session."
Baggy's heart fell. But it wasn't a totally wasted journey. Baggy signed Furry Mama up as a volunteer walker so that she can walk Luke, soon-to-be-known-as-Pepper, on her own tomorrow. She also arranged for the home check - tomorrow morning at 9.30am. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! The Domestic Goddess and Gloria Gardener have not stopped since she got home. Even Furry Mama got involved. She's made The Goddess totally reorganise the bedroom so that a dog crate can fit in it. Right baggees, please all cross your fingers that Furry Mama gets approval tomorrow. Another sleepless night for Baggy coming up, but Furry Mama is soooooooo excited....................
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