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: No.
Overall day: Productive.
The pooch has some miraculous kind of internal body clock! He wakes Baggy up at 8.45am every morning. Yesterday Baggy set her alarm for 7.45am to get him to the vet. Today he woke her at 7.45am. When Baggy told number one furry this on the phone, he said, "Have you not noticed that he wakes me up at 4.00am every Sunday?" Baggy hadn't. The good news however baggetts, is that Pepper was back to his usual self at 10.30pm last night. Now Creative Clara might say "Good news", but Hormonal Hannah would describe it as bad news! Having been asleep for most of the day, and not having had a walk, the pooch decided he needed to burn off some energy! He proceeded to grab a toilet roll (a full one), and with it in his mouth, run (flat out), down the stairs, up the stairs, into the bedroom, across the bed (that Baggy was attempting to get to sleep in), into the bathroom; then repeat! About ten times! Baggy has bruises. Pepper finally wore himself out and went to sleep on her feet.
Billy Bob was an ice cube when they were ready to set off. Even the lock was so frozen that Baggy couldn't get in him from the driver's side! Between the black ice and the Christmas tree in the back, Baggy drove even more slowly than usual. The tree made it all the way to the road that the holiday cottage is on, before falling over! Thanks to an idiot driver on the single track road. Only one bauble was lost! The Domestic Goddess set the tree up with a few other decorations.
While the pooch made himself at home!
Hopefully the singing dog will be a hit.
The Christmas one on the writing desk baggetts - not Pepper! Furry Mama didn't leave him behind!
Quick catch up and cup of tea with the neighbours. Whizz into the village shops to pay the bills. Then home again. Furry Mama stopped off at Needham Lake to let the pooch have a hurtle about.
By the time they got back in Billy Bob it was gone 3.00 and getting really cold. The pooch, as is his way, had thrown himself in the frozen lake, (before Furry Mama could do a thing about it), and was soaking wet with little snow forms dripping off him. Furry Mama wrapped him in his drying-fleece and covered him with a blanket.
Baggy had the matching blanket over her lap.
The pooch slept all the way home. By the time they got back, Baggy couldn't feel her toes. But would she swap Billy Bob Jalopy campervan for a modern warm car? No she wouldn't........
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