Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Blue.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 8.
Tears: Yes.
Overall day: Not right.
Baggy was up early so that Furry Mama could take Pepper Pooch to the vet. Freda Fretter and Hormonal Hannah were both a mess. It's bad enough that number one furry had to leave them at 5.00am to go to work. But then when they had to leave the pooch as well, they totally panicked. Giving animals a sedative is always a risk and as Baggy drove away from the vets, all kinds of terrible thoughts were hurtling through her tiny mind. Even Clever Bird struggled to calm her down. By the time she arrived in town, Hannah was a shaky, crying mess. She called Calum. As usual he calmed her down. Then Clever Bird realised that Hannah had once again forgotten to take her happy pill. The woman is hopeless. She decided to take her mind off it by doing a bit of Christmas shopping, having realised in the middle of the night that Christmas is this weekend, not next, as she'd thought. Where pray has the year gone baggetts?
Creative Clara had a happy hour buying a few little presents. Then she pootled into the vintage shop to put her "smelly" vintage bowls out for sale - not in her cabinet, but around the owner's things. Just until after Christmas. Clever Bird was delighted to be told that two things had sold from her cabinet! She is now hoping that she might make a breakeven result, at least. Time to be optimistic, and go for a 2018 rollout! When Baggy got home she felt a little better about everything. So The Domestic Goddess decided to keep the gang busy, to stop Furry Mama from worrying too much. First lunch. Then vacuuming. Then the biggest challenge of the lot - get the Christmas tree into Billy Bob! Clever Bird realised that this would be a lot easier without her little black pooch-shaped shadow. Miraculously, not only did she succeed, she only lost the fairy and one bow in the process!
Do you think it's a little over-the-top baggetts, having a Christmas tree in the campervan?
Baggy sat down and had a cup of tea after her efforts. By then it was nearly 11.30 and Furry Mama was very concerned that she'd had no news. Everything felt wrong! The house felt empty. Hannah felt lost. For a little dog, that pooch fills a big space in the Baggy home. Finally Furry Mama got the call at noon - he was awake. She could collect him at 12.30. Phew!
The short journey to the vets with a Christmas tree in the back - interesting! How Clever Bird thinks that Baggy's going to get it all the way to the holiday cottage in one piece, is anyone's guess.
Nearly £600 later, the pooch was home. Furry Mama was told that she could "treat him as normal".
"Really? He won't need to rest?" asked Clever Bird.
"No, he can do his usual thing".
"Charge about totally losing the plot!"
"Yes, he'll be fine."
Clever Bird was a little taken aback by this information, but assumed it was correct.
Furry Mama gave him his (very late) breakfast. He wolfed it down. Then he found his ball. But he looked so sad. And he just kept whimpering. Furry Mama threw the ball. He chased it - slowly. Then wobbled. Clever Bird realised that he was still well and truly under the influence of the sedative. She picked him up and plopped him on the sofa. He instantly passed out. He slept for the next hour on Baggy's knee. Then he woke and whimpered. Hannah couldn't bear it. He went back to sleep. This went on all afternoon. Sleep; wake; whimper; sleep...... At four, a worried Furry Mama phoned the vet's practice. A nurse reassured her that Pepper was probably very susceptible to the sedative, and that they could sometimes take up to twenty-four hours to wear off, he "just needs to rest". Hmmmm! By five, he seemed slightly less spaced out. Furry Mama felt better. But the vet that told her that he was "back to normal", was the same vet who said he had allergies, without even trying to rule out any other possibility, by doing the various test that are now being done. Furry Mama will be requesting the other vet from now on!
The pooch hasn't whimpered for the last thirty minutes, so Furry Mama is hoping that he's feeling like his old self again. Thank goodness, nothing seems right without that little chap around...........
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