Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Yellow.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 0!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tears: Nope.
Overall day: Marvellous.
With difficulty, (try carrying a heavy dog crate upstairs while holding a Pepper Pooch on a lead as he tries to say, "Hello" to Hinge and Bracket who have both shot under the bed as they heard Furry Mama and the pooch coming up the stairs), Baggy managed to get Pepper's bed in to her bedroom. Last night, Hormonal Hannah was so excited to be sleeping in Baggy's wonderfully comfy bed, that after letting Furry Mama take the pooch for yet another walk, in the pitch black, she had an early night.
Full of optimism that all would be hunky-dory, Baggy snuggled into her bed in full view of Pepper who was a mere three-feet away from her feet. "Night night Pepper, sweet dreams", said Furry Mama. His response:
Ten minutes later, Furry Mama went and sat by his crate. He stopped. Baggy went back to bed. His response:
If he wasn't continually barking, he was whimpering and whining. Furry Mama was upset. Hormonal Hannah wanted to cry with him. She tried to "be strong and ignore it", but Psychic Ploppo felt that this was all wrong. Freda Fretter called number one furry in a state of panic. "Well, why don't you move the crate next to the bed?"
"What, down by your side?"
"Yes".
"Okay, I'll call you back".
Furry Mama put Pepper on his lead (Bracket kat was still under the bed somewhere), and Baggy dragged the crate next to the bed. Pepper got in without any objection. Baggy got back into bed. By the time she'd pressed redial, Pepper was fast asleep! "Well done Furry Papa! I might get some sleep now. Night night".
Baggy lay there for a while watching Pepper, wishing that she had her own pillows which were still downstairs. Clever Bird decided it was time for an experiment. Time to leave Pepper! Baggy crept out of the room. Pepper didn't move. Not a peep. Nothing. Baggy went down the creaky stairs. Silence. Grabbed her pillows from the snug. No sound. Went back up the creaky stairs. Not a woof. Put the pillows on the bed. Pepper was curled up, snoring gently. Baggy went to the bathroom. Pepper lifted his head and watched her leave. No noise. When she went back in the bedroom, he was fast asleep. Yay! Not a peep all night, even though Hannah had Baggy up and down every couple of hours. This morning she was able to leave him in the kitchen for a few minutes while Furry Mama went upstairs to feed and cuddle the cats. The cats were all over her, purring their little heads off, so happy to see her, and she was really glad that they were confident enough to come out! Bracket even sniffed the crate. All the time she was up there Pepper didn't make a sound and was waiting patiently for her in the kitchen. Yay!
Plan for the day, walk into Halesworth - the long way! Back through the next village (away from Halesworth) and across the fields. Clever Bird hadn't allowed for the totally overgrown-with-nettles foot paths, or the bull in the field, or the cattle herd on the footpath, but Furry Mama carried on and trained Pepper not to pull on the lead. It's probably about a three-mile walk and Baggy was rather hot by the time they got into town. Time for a cappuccino and one of the best cheese scones on the planet, at The Hideout Café. Baggy sat down with Pepper outside. There was a lot going on. Lorries being unloaded. Dustbins being dragged past. Mobility scooters. Bikes. Scary men carrying things. It was all too much for Pepper! So Clever Bird decided to break another rule.
She shared her cheese scone with him! "No human food allowed". Well needs must and he went from cowering with his tail between his legs and shooting off backwards to the end of his lead, looking petrified, to sitting with his nose on Furry Mama's lap eating little crumbs of scone and only occasionally jumping out of his skin at some scary sound or other. His dog treats did not have the same affect at all! Clever Bird decided it was time to head back rather than going to the pet shop as she'd intended. They went home via the more direct route, which is two miles. Village farm shop on the way past to buy Pepper a tasty (plastic) bone, yet more training treats and one of those tennis ball thrower thingies, because Baggy's arm aches so much from throwing balls!
Once again Pepper had not had a wee on the whole walk, which in total took four hours. He couldn't get into the garden fast enough to have one! He then also felt able to have a drink. Baggy too avoids drinks if she thinks she can't have a wee! Poor pooch. He fell asleep instantly he got in. Creative Clara started this blog and made a few phone calls. Two hours later the pooch woke up, grabbed a ball and started hurtling about like a loop. Furry Mama took him to the yard. Grotty Groom went to see the Boys. Joey was not amused that he was made to wait while Grotty chatted to the yard manager Pauline, he started to kick his drinking trough to make a point. Two treats were not enough, so he threw a hissy-fit, aimed at Pepper! At least Pepper is now a little more cautious. Wesley was his usual sweet self! Cup of tea, more chat with Pauline. Bit of heel-work training in the tea room off the lead!! Then Pepper got wound up, trying to get out of the door. "Mum, let me out".
"Not yet Pepper we have to wait for the school to be free."
"Please let me out".
"Pepper, stop it".
"But Mum I need a wee".
"We'll play ball in a minute".
"But Mum."
"No Pepper".
"Oh well". Pepper proceeded to wee all over the tack room floor. "Well that's what he was trying to tell you", said Pauline.
Furry Mama took Pepper to the indoor school. They played ball and did some "stay" and "come" training. Clever Bird is not sure how long for, but Pepper did not want to stop. Furry Mama decided enough was enough. She was right! He was so tired that Furry Mama had to lift his furry bottom into Billy Bob. Little snooze on the way home. Pepper baggees, not Baggy, she was driving - although frankly she could have done with a nap. Cup of tea for Baggy. Feed for all the furries, cuddles for the cats. The Domestic Goddess started to make some supper. Pepper caused mischief. Anyone would think that he'd had no exercise or stimulation all day! At least now he is finally asleep (on the sofa, curled up next to Baggy). Ah well, at least he's happy and frankly, rules are meant to be broken...........
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