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..........