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): Fun.
All the snow had totally vanished by this morning, which meant that Baggy could safely drive Billy Bob Jalopy campervan. She headed into town with the pooch to post Creative Clara's order. And to pop in to see whether there had been any sales from her cabinet - there hadn't. Pepper assumed that he would be heading to the park, so Furry Mama obliged. Clever Bird couldn't believe the pathetic little trickle of a stream that runs through the park - it had become a proper river! Snow and rain had swelled it. Pepper Pooch was a little too fascinated by it for Freda Fretter's liking, so after a lot of ball chasing when she could see that the pooch wanted a drink, Furry Mama put him back on his lead - just in case. Baggy didn't fancy swimming to try and rescue him!
Freda Fretter hopes for the sake of the town, that the torrential downpour that happened when Furry Mama was at dog training, missed it.
The Christmas party dog training was fun and games - literally. It's interesting though, Baggy is one of the most competitive people she knows. (All thanks to her school!!) But Furry Mama wasn't interested in racing. She just wanted to get Pepper to do the best job he could, while having fun. She realised that racing, might freak him out. So they came last, or almost last, in each race, but had fun doing it. They had to sit out the last race though, due to his allergies (still unknown). It required the dog to carry a sausage in his mouth to the other side of the room, where the handler was to retrieve said sausage and place it on a plate! Yeah right! Not one single dog managed it - they're not stupid.........
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