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: No.
Overall day: Lots of training.
Baggy loves the fact that her daft little life is being followed from all over the world! She is very touched. She is not letting Freda Fretter or Hormonal Hannah dwell on it too much though, or Creative Clara will get all silly and lose her confidence. So thank you this week's baggees from:
UK
USA
Ireland
France
Poland
Portugal
Australia
Russia
Indonesia
Spain
Canada
Peru
Ukraine
Holland
China
Germany
Hungary
and
Bali.
Thank you, thank you, it warms Baggy's cockles. If you are a baggee in a country that Clara hasn't mentioned, "hello" and apologies, but the stats. don't show every country, just the ten with the most viewings each day.
So it's been another Pepper Pooch training day in the Baggy household. After a morning walk, Furry Mama decided on another visit to town, as she had to go anyway, as Creative Clara had to despatch another order from her Etsy shop Realuv. Mind you trying to warp it up was a challenge! First the sellotape vanished off the table. Then the brown wrapping paper followed suit. Followed shortly afterwards by a high-light pen. Each time Baggy leapt up so that Furry Mama could retrieve the item before it got totally demolished. She asked Pepper to "give it" to her and replaced it with a ball. Clara returned to wrapping. Pepper "found" something else. It occurred to Clever Bird that Furry Mama was an idiot! She was rewarding Pepper each time that he took something, by playing with him. She decided that Baggy was going to have to sacrifice something, while she ignored him. Unfortunately the sacrifice was one of Grotty Groom's very expensive boots. Fortunately he didn't do it any harm before he realised that his ploy wasn't working. After a suitable interval, he got his ball. So far today, he has pinched nothing else. Genius pooch.
They headed in to town - this time, as Baggy's shins are aching like heck from all the walking, they went in Billy Bob Jalopy. Pepper wasn't phased by the Post Office, in fact he was so popular that he ended up laying flat out, with his legs in the air, having his tummy tickled by an old lady. He was however terrified of the man pulling two wheelie-bins, and the vans and the man carrying a large pot. But Furry Mama was determined that they would have another cheese scone and get used to some of these things. It worked, he was much more confident than yesterday. It won't do Baggy's figure much good, but she's prepared to make her own sacrifices in the name of positive experiences - needs must after all!
As a reward for his super-pooch bravery, when they got home (after he'd done his ablutions in the garden once more), Furry Mama played with him. Clever Bird decided that it was about time he had the run of the whole garden. After all Gloria Gardener finally owns the land but she hasn't really been on it since it became legally hers, because Freda Fretter has been too worried about whether Pepper would jump over the fences. But he loves his ball(s) so much that Clever Bird was pretty confident that he would stay with Furry Mama. He did! Next week Gloria will therefore be gardening again - not a moment too soon, the autumn leaves are falling!
To be honest baggees, Furry Mama has actually "lost" Pepper three times so far anyway, and his re-call is not as non-existent as she was told, or maybe her training has already worked. The first time Clever Bird had left the side gate open when they all got home from the Halesworth Brocante last Saturday. Pepper shot out onto the lane in front of the house, heading towards the old quarry walk, but instead of disappearing he shot straight in through the front door. The next time a dippy four-year old Labrador decided that she wanted to play with him, he was so determined to oblige that he yanked the flexi-lead out of Baggy's hand. They both disappeared off at a rate of knots. Furry Mama called him back and he turned straight round! The third time was at the yard when he had a wee-wee in the tack room. Furry Mama opened the door to let him out and totally forgot he needed to be on the lead. He disappeared off to say "hi" to a horse in the stables, but came back when Furry Mama called him. So on Saturday, when Calum is around, Furry Mama intends to see what he's like off the lead with his ball to play with.
Tonight is training night! Session number two. Clever Bird knows how well he's doing, so Freda Fretter is for once feeling confident. She just won't mention the crate in the bedroom, sharing the sofa and cheese scones...........
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