More worries.

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): Grey.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 5.
Tears: No.
Overall day: Bit worrying.

Furry Mama took the pooch to the vets this morning to re-discuss his allergies. Long conversation short, he clearly has quite a few. So to relieve the symptoms and stop him from feeling so uncomfortable, he will be having a monthly (very expensive) injection. Thankfully, even though he's "just" a pooch, Clever Bird had the sense to insure him with The Kennel Club, who covered Minty Mutt and were very good. So hopefully, most of the cost will be covered. In a month's time, the vet will run some allergy tests to try to work out exactly what he's reacting to. Freda Fretter's suspect list so far is: sausage; sand; fleas; mud; duck; pheasant; chicken; preservatives and grass! But Cal and Baggy love the little chap so much already, that they'll do whatever they can to make sure he is as comfortable as possible. Call Hormonal Hannah a cynic, but she does wonder whether the person that gave him up had already been made aware of the problem and didn't want the expense. Poor pooch.

They then toddled into town to post another order off for Realuv. Another vintage Egyptian perfume bottle is off to the USA. Freda Fretter hopes it's not  for a Christmas present, as today was the last day of posting, so it might not quite make it in time. Then Furry Mama took Pepper and Baggy to Southwold for some sea air. Hormonal Hannah totally forgot to take her pills yesterday. She does that fairly frequently. But missing a happy pill at the moment, when the cloud is looming, has a bigger effect. So she wasn't feeling great this morning, and Clever Bird  thought a walk would help.

Stunning day. Pooch on full alert for ball chasing. He did his best to lose it again, dropping it in the sea. but the tide must have been coming in, because Baggy managed to retrieve it each time. He did get his Christmas jumper so wet that it stretched though - so much in fact that it drooped and he got his left leg stuck in it!! He stood and waited until Furry Mama came and took it off him, then hurtled off again. Clever lad.

There's clearly been some really wild seas and high tides though. There were some very strange sand formations.

But the walk and lovely day did the pooch and Baggy no end of good. Yet again, they got their magic free parking space! And as usual Baggy drove back via the harbour end of Southwold. There it became very apparent how high the tides have been. The "road" was pretty much covered with water and redistributed pebbles with seaweed mixed in. Fortunately Billy Bob Jalopy campervan made it through safely.........