Smelly day!

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): Yellow.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 2.
Tears: No.
Overall day: Smelly.

Clever Bird has a plan for Creative Clara's next Halesworth Brocante, so Baggy needed to go into town this morning. Furry Mama decided to take Pepper Pooch to the park for a bit of energy burning ball throwing, before heading to the high street. He had a lovely time, getting very warm and panty. Clever Bird should have paid more attention really, after what happened last time he was there. Inevitably it happened again! Spot the pooch.

He decided that he needed a drink. Leant over the bank. Fell in! But at least Freda Fretter now knows that he can swim. Although he scared the living daylights out of himself!

Meanwhile, he'd managed to lose his ball, which floated into the middle of the river.

He was too scared to swim to it and Baggy couldn't reach it! Pepper was not happy. Neither was Furry Mama.

Then they were joined by a very wound up Labrador on the opposite bank. Followed by a farmer. He found Baggy a big stick - well actually, a massive branch, which he threw across the river to Furry Mama, who miraculously a) didn't get knocked out by it, b) managed to lift it - just, and c) reached the ball without falling in the river. Pepper was happy. But he stank! Perhaps something to do with the disgusting mud he stirred up from the bottom.

This didn't stop Furry Mama from taking him into the shops with her though. Needs must. She bought what she needed for Creative Clara, and got a couple of annoyed looks for her trouble, but also some friendly ones, and in spite of his soggy-smelliness, Pepper got some cuddles.

Pepper had a snooze after Furry Mama had dried him off and groomed him, while Clara got to work on Clever Bird's plan: make some of her vintage bowls more "gifty" by filling them with the special pebbles and shells she'd collected off the local beaches, fragrancing them so they are smelly (in a nice way), and wrapping them.

Freda Fretter isn't sure whether it's a good plan or not, or whether they are good enough or not, but Clara enjoyed herself doing them and is quite excited to see what happens on 2nd December.

Mid-creation, Furry Mama decided that Pepper had better go out again before it got dark, so off they set on another walk. The lad is like a Duracell bunny, he just doesn't stop, until he drops - this time in the nearest filthy stinky puddle!

Psychic Ploppo is convinced that Minty Mutt has been encouraging Pepper in this new obsession to be in water!

They both love it, as long as they don't go out of their depth!

Baggy has just had a delayed supper. Delayed, because The Domestic Goddess warmed up the oven; put her mini-chicken roast in; waited the thirty-minutes for it to cook; checked that her spuds were cooked; went to get the roast out; it was raw! Why? Because The Goddess put it in the wrong oven. Sigh! She turned the spuds off; put the roast in the right oven; forgot all about it; burnt it. Sigh! But it still tasted nice. Refreshed and reenergised, Clara's off to wrap a couple more vintage dishes.........