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): 3.
Tears: No.
Overall day: Lovely.
Clever Bird decided that making number one furry do the food shopping (which is what The Domestic Goddess normally does, as she hates doing it!), would be a little unreasonable on Christmas weekend. So she got Baggy up at seven and they were at the supermarket when it opened at eight! Pepper Pooch waited patiently in Billy Bob for an hour while The Goddess tried to stop Hormonal Hannah from making her forget what she was meant to be getting. By nine-fifteen Furry Mama was throwing the pooch his ball in the outdoor school at the yard! Grotty Groom gave the Boys a cuddle, a ton of mints, a few herbal treats and a couple of carrots. Of course Wessles has missed Grotty, so every time she moved too far away from his stable door, he kicked it, freaking the pooch out in the process. Sadly Grotty couldn't do much with the Boys, as even Freda Fretter was correct in worrying that leaving the pooch in the campervan with all the Christmas food, would probably not end well!
The rest of the day has been a mix of Baggy lolling around on the sofa with the pooch and The Hinge cat; Creative Clara wrapping Christmas pressies; The Goddess cleaning up after the doggy shredding machine; Furry Mama chasing the aforementioned shredding machine around the house to retrieve from him: the "Bags for life", Baggy's bra, the novel she's reading (what's left of it), a potato, the bag full of previously picked up shredded bits, a Christmas present, half Baggy's crab paste sandwich, his own grooming glove, a roll of wrapping paper and Baggy's reading glasses (so far); vacuuming; blogging; throwing the ball for the pooch and looking forward to Christmas. Furry Mama is enjoying a brief moment of peace,
it won't last....................
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