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): 4.
Tears: No.
Overall day: Bit difficult.
For the first time in a while, Hormonal Hannah's black cloud was lurking this morning. Baggy and Pepper are on their own, and the weather is positively weird. All thanks to Hurricane Ophelia and Sahara sands in the atmosphere it would seem. But the world feels wrong today. Baggy's world felt wrong before this though. However, this just isn't right! The photo was taken at 3.00pm!! It doesn't really do the sky justice, which was a most peculiar dull orange. It's one of those skies, that if it were in a thriller film and people were taking photos of it, you'd be screaming at the telly, "What are you doing you idiots? Get out of there".
Baggy has to stop Creative Clara and Freda Fretter from going down those thought routes! Especially when Hormonal Hannah is feeling very low. The world is not coming to an end today - well, hopefully it isn't anyway. But at times like this Baggy hates the fact that number one furry is so far away. Yes, they speak to each other on the phone four or five times a day, but it's not the same is it? Especially if the world were ending - would they have enough time left to meet up? Of course Clever Bird agreed a plan with Calum years ago in the case of such an eventuality: she would take all the home furries to wherever the horses are and wait for Calum to get there! You can just see it can't you baggees? Baggy, Pepper, Hinge and Bracket all together in Billy Bob Jalopy campervan with Joey and Wesley hitched to it. Currently, that would mean total mayhem as Pepper attempted to "make friends" with the cats, in a tiny confined space. But if the end of the world were nigh, Baggy would want to be with her furries. See, told you she shouldn't start going down that route.
But you can't mope when you have an overactive puppy to deal with. Furry Mama took Pepper out for his first walk of the day. They bumped into another rescue dog, a female staffie that had been used for fighting, also called Pepper! Furry Mama met her a few times with Minty. The two Peppers ran off the lead together. Or more accurately, Pepper took off with the staffie Pepper in full pursuit, every now and again growling at Pepper. Freda Fretter was a little concerned, but Pepper was too fast for her. And he came back to Furry Mama because she had his ball! And baggees, he did a wee-wee in the big wide open world. Yay!
Home again, The Domestic Goddess decided to do some Pepper training - with the all-terrifying, deafening, dog-eating vacuum cleaner. It's a noisy one. Even Baggy thinks it's too loud. She switched it on. Pepper shot backwards, tail between his legs. The Goddess carried on, while Baggy sang happy tunes and did silly dances. Pepper came to investigate, eventually putting his nose on the roller bit. It didn't get him, so he got all brave and started to bark at it. Furry Mama decided to throw one of his balls, so The Goddess could carry on. Result. Sitting room looking lovely once more. Another domestic appliance removed from Pepper's "terrifying" list.
As a reward, Furry Mama let him go and choose another of Minty Mutt's toys (that he will destroy - Pepper is making Hormonal Hannah de-clutter). He got more than he bargained for with Mint's rocking-dragon. It doesn't squeak, it plays rock music!
Bit of ball throwing in the garden. Little snooze - the pooch not Baggy, although Baggy was in need of one. Another walk, the long route to the village shop to buy some dog food. And a new fluorescent ball because Furry Mama seems to have lost the first one. And a pig's ear. And a yak milk chew. No he's not spoilt.
A bit more ball throwing in the weird light.
Supper eaten. Pig's ear eaten. Half the (very expensive) yak's milk chew chewed. Now Pepper and Baggy are curled up on the sofa (blogging) and watching Neighbours. The world still appears to be spinning on its axis...........
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