Recovering.

Note to readers (my lovely Baggetts): 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): 1.
Tears: None.
Overall day(s): Recovering.

After all the Christmas walking, Baggy and even Pepper Pooch, and obviously Calum, were rather stiff yesterday! So they decided to take it easy. Creative Clara needed to pop into Halesworth to post off another Realuv parcel to America. The weather was atrocious! Quick dash to the Post Office. A whizz to the pet shop to get some cat food, as The Hinge cat started to get constipated once again last week. Clever Bird thinks that it might be because Furry Mama put her back on the cheap stuff. Calum decided that the pooch needed a Christmas present, as he only got a squeaky penguin, that's already stopped squeaking! So he was treated to another fleecy drying-coat. Clara popped into the vintage shop to see whether she'd had any sales. She had! Every little helps. Then a walk around town, in the pouring rain, to stretch legs. Even the pooch wasn't too keen.

Past Baggy's favourite shop, which sadly is closing down soon. Bargain purchase of a jumper, necklace and shaggy snood, all for less than the jumper should have cost. Quick spurt around the supermarket. Then home to rest. By the evening, Pepper had fully recovered and was very bored. Baggy's sister thinks that Furry Mama was fibbing about what a monkey he can be. However he was on his best behaviour at Debby's; partly because he was exhausted from the walks, and largely (if The Domestic Goddess is honest with herself), because Deb's house is immaculate, so there isn't too much stuff to pinch and shred! There could be a lesson in there somewhere! It also seems likely that Pepper is allergic to Hinge and Bracket, as he barely scratched when he was at Deb's, but has started again now he's home. Or maybe dust mites - but Clever Bird refuses to think about that option, as it would put The Domestic Goddess into a meltdown! It's not bacterial, fungal or mites though, because the vet called before Christmas. So Furry Mama awaits the results of the allergy tests.

So as Baggy stepped over the shredded pizza boxes, toilet rolls, cat food packets and retrieved a bread roll from the pooch's mouth this morning, Furry Mama decided a long walk was in order. The Domestic Goddess made bacon butties before they left. She promised Calum that she'd have the one with the pooch teeth marks. Apparently Hormonal Hannah let her down with this promise - Calum showed The Goddess the little holes in the bottom of his roll. Too late by then, Baggy the Velociraptor had already eaten hers. Unlike yesterday's sogginess, today was glorious, so they headed off to the wonderful Dunwich Heath for a beach walk.

While Calum entertained the pooch, Archaeologist Annie had a lovely time finding Neolithic arrowheads and Mesolithic scrapers, in amongst the pebbles and shells that Creative Clara was snaffling.

By the time they got home, Baggy's thighs were so stiff that she could barely get herself out of Billy Bob. So this evening is eat, watch telly and eat some more. Well it is still Christmas..........

The best ever!

Note to readers (my lovely Baggetts): 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): 1.
Tears: None.
Overall day(s): Best Christmas ever.

Apologies wonderful baggetts, Baggy and the gang have been having such a truly brilliant Christmas, that they haven't had any time to let Creative Clara write Baggy's blog. This is quite amazing really, considering how much she's hated the season since her childhood! She did manage to take the odd photo and video here and there along the way, so here they are.

Christmas Day itself was just Baggy and her furries. Number one furry had already cooked his traditional sausage rolls on Christmas Eve and he was up and preparing Christmas lunch early. Bucks Fizz and sausage rolls, with Christmas presents for breakfast.

Of course Baggy was having such a lovely time that Clara forgot to take any photos all day, apart from a couple of the pooch.

Christmas lunch was put together while Furry Mama took said pooch for a walk around the village. They went and threw the ball on the Church Green while Psychic Ploppo did a few circuits of the Labyrinth, reflecting on how lucky Baggy is. At which point she noticed the ball that Furry Mama had previously lost in the snow! Result - see, lucky. Lunch was Heaven, traditional English Christmas food: turkey, chipolata sausages, roast potatoes, mashed potatoes, brussel sprouts, carrots, creamed carrots and swede, sage and onion stuffing, sausage meat stuffing, bread sauce, cranberry sauce and gravy! Cal is a much better cook than The Domestic Goddess, albeit she's pretty good as the washer-upper. It was a lovely relaxed day.

On Boxing Day the alarm went off at 5.00am! Baggy, Cal and Pepper Pooch were on their way to Kent by 5.45. No traffic of any note, so they arrived at Baggy's sister's house in Shoreham just before 9.00. Quick tour of Debby's lovely house as they hadn't seen it since she's had it all beautifully updated. Lots of hugs with the nieces, Emily and Abby. Introductions of Pepper to the girls and to Pickle dog; she had her doubts! More wonderful Christmas present swapping. Breakfast. Then a walk with some of Debby's friends from the village to a pub in a neighbouring village.

Clever Bird is not entirely sure that Baggy had the correct outfit on for the hike across the fields, but not to worry!

That evening after a lovely gammon supper, everyone relaxed with copious amounts of alcohol, and played very silly games.

Pickle decided that her cousin Pepper was an okay pooch really.

Another day, another walk. The scenery around Shoreham is stunning. The weather however on Tuesday - ghastly - rain, sleet, wind and snow!

 

Quite a long walk for the unfit duo of Baggy and Calum!

 

 

Pepper Pooch on the other hand, couldn't get enough of it!

 

 



By the time they eventually got home, everyone was more than ready for hot mulled wine.

 

 

But not before the very wet and muddy Pepper had been sent to Billy Bob Jalopy campervan with Furry Mama and Calum, to be dried off. Mud and Debby's pristine cream and mushroom coloured house - not a good combination. He had a little snooze while he dried. Then collapsing was the order of the evening - for everyone. Well after Deb and the girls had organised another lovely supper of cold meats and bubble-and-squeak.

 

 

 

Very late night. Lots of drink. Lots of antics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

In the middle of supper making, Baggy and her sister started a little dance, not realising for quite a while that Calum was videoing it! Unfortunately Claver Bird has wasted over forty minutes trying to get it in this blog, but she can't do it! Sorry baggetts. The link below might work if you want a chuckle!

 

https://www.facebook.com/calum.stonesaunders/videos/815942188589469/

 

Another day. Deja vu. Another walk. This time Calum decided to stay at home and watch films, so it was just Debby and Furry Mama. It was a stunning day, but literally freezing - at least the ground was, but Baggy and Debby got rather warm!

 

 

Baggy seriously struggled to get up the very steep hill! Back to the Fat Club plan for Baggy in the new year! So Clever Bird decided to let Debby be in charge of ball throwing for both dogs and Furry Mama watched from (what she thought was the top of the hill - until they went even higher up it).

 

 

 

Two hours later an extremely tired Baggy and a whacked out Pepper Pooch, a chirpy Debby and a chilled out Pickle dog got home. Tea and turkey sandwiches, Christmas cake and cheese, set Baggy and Calum up for the drive home, after a truly wonderful Christmas. Baggy hopes that all you baggetts have also had a wonderful few days, whether you celebrate Christmas or not..........





Christmas Eve antics.

Note to readers (my lovely Baggetts): 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): 4.
Tears: Yes.
Overall day: Lovely.

Christmas Eve. And what a stunning one it was in Suffolk. Sun and clear skies. Not exactly Christamssy. Furry Mama decided the pooch needed a treat. A trip to the seaside. Number one furry fancied Southwold, so off they headed. It was colder on the coast, but still relatively mild. Perfect weather for ball chasing. There were quite a few folk with the same idea, but because Pepper Pooch is so ball-oriented it didn't matter. He'll happily say "Hello", to other pooches, but isn't really bothered, he'd rather stay with his Mum and Dad and his ball. Unlike Minty Mutt who would have been off to play with every other dog and totally ignored any request to return. After some major hurtling they decided to head to the pier for a coffee and a cheese scone.

Cheese scone shared with the pooch, they went for a walk through the town. Well, more of a tow, to be accurate. The pooch was clearly revived by his scone, so they went back down onto the beach once again.

At one point, two beautiful German Shepherds were on the beach next to Furry Mama, charging in and out of the sea. She couldn't help shedding a few tears. She misses the mutt. He would have loved the pooch.

Home again, Calum and The Domestic Goddess decided to spruce up Billy Bob Jalopy campervan, ready for their Boxing Day trip to Kent to stay with Baggy's sister. Furry Mama couldn't quite decide what to do with the pooch. In the end they left him in the garden. He was fine. In fact he let himself back into the sitting room and settled down on the sofa!

Calum pressure-hosed the outside of Billy Bob, while The Goddess sorted out the inside. Tidying, cleaning windows, polishing the dashboard, vacuuming up sand and Baggy and dog hairs (mainly Minty Mutt's), all while drinking white wine - well it is Christmas Eve baggetts after all. Billy Bob now looks lovely. The Domestic Goddess left a fan heater blowing hot air for a couple of hours to try to dry him out a little.

Now Clara is blogging, the pooch is sleeping and Calum is doing his traditional Christmas Eve task of making sausage rolls, which are getting consumed almost as quickly as they come out of the oven! Happy Christmas Eve baggetts......................