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(s): Difficult.
Sorry baggetts for vanishing, but aside from being rather busy, Baggy has been rather poorly as well. Just a cough probably, bit it's gone to her chest so Freda Fretter is a little concerned, as last time it turned in to pneumonia. But Clever Bird is being sensible and making Baggy rest - well as much as is possible with a very lively rescue puppy to look after! As she had a migraine to go with the cough, letting Creative Clara on the laptop for ages seemed silly. She's still feeling rubbish today. In fact so far she's not even dressed and it's gone ten, so Furry Mama is throwing Pepper's ball in the house.
It's now 11.45am. That didn't work! Baggy has lost two socks to sharp teeth and was about to lose part of her rug, so they've been out! Pepper is now asleep for two minutes. And breathe. Back to what's been happening.
Saturday, Cal, Pepper and Creative Clara were at the Halesworth Brocante selling Realuv vintage bits. It was a long and tiring day (Baggy is not good at 5.30am starts), but a profitable one, so worth it. Pepper once again behaved like a superstar. He was patted and cuddled by so many people, some of whom got so side-tracked by him that they forgot to go and look at Clara's things! Ah well! Furry Mama took him for a walk in one of the lulls. They went to the nearby park. Furry Mama let him off the lead, even though Hormonal Hannah had forgotten to take a ball with them. He shot off like a mini-rocket in the pouring rain, (Baggy didn't even have a coat on). Freda Fretter was just wondering if he should go back on the lead, when Furry Mama realised that a very big black Labrador was following them. It was one that Pepper has met before who belongs to another Brocanteur. They had a little lollop about together; ate lots of grass; had more of a lollop; then Pepper lost the plot. He hurtled about in a flat-out greyhound gallop; then vanished. Freda was just beginning to panic, when he reappeared. Clever Bird couldn't work out why he looked so weird. He got closer and it became clear - he was soaking wet and speckled green! Furry Mama realised that he must have leapt in the river and gone straight under - he was covered in that horrible little green floaty weed, from his nose to his tail - and the pong!
In the evening they had a bonfire party to go to. After they'd unpacked everything and grabbed a cup of tea, they headed off to the supermarket to buy some nibbles to take with them. The party was on land owned by their friends' business in a local village, so they headed over there in Billy Bob jalopy campervan. The gate was shut. Hormonal Hannah began to wonder whether she had the right day, but it was Bonfire Night, so she must have. But there was no sign of life at all. They drove home. Clever Bird was going to check the invite, but realised there was a message from Calum's call. "No need to bring food as they were ordering pizzas". Well done Clever Bird. Well at least she had the right night, so where was the party? Calum called again. The gate wasn't locked - they were at the bottom of the field. Off they set again. Pepper wasn't bothered by any of the bangs or flashes en route. Nor was he bothered by the massive bonfire that was going when they got there. He snuffled around in the grass and explored the bonfire and all the people there. Baggy was cold, so she went back to get a hat and mittens from Billy Bob, while Calum looked after Pepper. Just as she got in the camper, they started to set off the fireworks, a few metres away. Freda totally panicked. The timing was lousy! Furry Mama had just left Pepper and headed off to exactly where the fireworks appeared to be going off. Then she heard barking. By now it wasn't just bangs, it was those screamy, whizzy things that are high-pitched ear-piercing sounds with crackles thrown in. The barking got more desperate. Furry Mama decided to get back to her pooch, just as Calum was hauled into Billy Bob by a terrified Pepper. He threw himself on the back shelf with his tail between his legs and his little eyes popping out on stalks.
Furry Mama felt terrible. The poor boy was clearly completely traumatised. Calum went back to the bonfire, Baggy stayed with him. She sang to him and tidied the camper, trying to pretend that everything was normal. Pepper was frozen in fear. Clever Bird shut all the curtains. But the noises continued. Pepper wouldn't drink, or move, or take a treat. Clever Bird was furious with Furry Mama for thinking that Pepper would be okay with fireworks. Bangs yes, no problem, but she should have realised from how he reacts to car noises and squeaks in town, that he would be scared. Once the pizzas arrived, Clever Bird insisted that they would have to say their goodbyes and take the poor lad home. Calum drove so that Furry Mama could stay in the back with the pooch - he didn't move. He didn't even want to get out when he realised that they were home, but Furry Mama managed to persuade him. She gave him a big beefy treat when he got in, and he seemed to get better. It took a while, but eventually his eyes were no longer popping and he went to sleep. By then Baggy was feeling really poorly, so she went up to bed early, and Pepper went with her. He hopped on the bed. Furry Mama let him stay there instead of putting him in his crate. Hinge joined them. Everyone slept.
By Sunday, Baggy felt really ill. Pepper was very subdued. Now whether that was because Baggy was poorly, or he was still traumatised, Clever Bird doesn't know. He certainly wasn't very keen to go outside in the morning, but he did go for a walk and a ball throw later in the day; Furry Mama took him, while Calum went food shopping (Bless him).
Baggy is still very unwell today, but at least the pooch seems to be back to his usual mischievous self! Furry Mama just wishes that she could stay curled up all day on the sofa rather than taking Baggy out in the biting cold air, but Pepper comes first. The gang would do anything for the cute pooch and Furry Mama feels so awful for traumatising him that she's at his beck and call at present, even though Baggy is suffering. There was a major breakthrough just now though! Furry Mama went upstairs to sort out the cats' litter tray. As always Pepper followed her. Both cats were on the spare bed. Bracket didn't instantly jump off, so Furry Mama went and stroked her. Pepper jumped on the bed. Hinge purred and Bracket still didn't move. Furry Mama stroked her and Pepper tried to lick her. That was a step too far and she jumped off and went back under the bed, but it was major progress! Clever Bird knows that one day soon, everyone will be friends...........
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