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): 7.
Tears: No.
Pancakes (Yes/No): Still resisting!
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds):😶 .
Overall day: 💗.
Grey day. Grey mood. Grey place. Baggy is struggling to motivate Hormonal Hannah to do anything much and the weather isn't helping. It's not just depression that's the problem at the moment either - it's stress. So the feeling of impending doom is kind of rational. Long story. She's trying hard to stay positive, but it's not easy. But at least she's not comfort eating for once - partly because there is nothing in the house to comfort eat. Well unless the pancake pan comes out later.
At least Furry Mama has to stay on the ball, as it were. Pepper needs his exercise and constant monitoring. He can be quite a handful! On which planet did Clever Bird ever think that it was a good idea for Furry Mama to train the pooch to not be scared of water?
He now is in it at every available opportunity!
And that canal water stank!
At least it was slightly cleaner further up.
But, spot the ball Baggees! He takes after Clever Bird - for a clever pooch, he can be pretty stupid sometimes!
He then didn't fancy getting it!
Fortunately Furry Mama loves him enough to risk Baggy falling in, as she fished the ball out with a big stick. At training classes though, the pooch is a genius. Today Baggy walked the Labyrinth by the Church, while Furry Mama threw Pepper's ball to wear him out before training. Fortunately his new "feather" kibble is delicious enough (well for the time being at least), for him to like it as a treat that Furry Mama can use in his training class. There's no two ways about it, the pooch is a genius! Even Hannah had a huge grin on her face once again, as she was so proud of the little chap.
Freda Fretter is almost convinced today that the new diet might be helping a little bit. Although it's so hard to make sure he eats nothing else. Furry Mama was trying to work out what he was chewing earlier. As she approached him he shot off upstairs. Baggy followed. He jumped on the bed with a waggy tail and a large grin on his daft face - it was a potato from the vegetable rack! Well at least that was on his "okay" list and Furry Mama retrieved it before he ate any of it.
But she might also have to get a muzzle for the little chap. When he's out it's nigh on impossible stopping him from eating grass and herbs, or snatching up any scrap of food on the pavement, or beach. And if she can get one with a net cover of some sort, it might help him with his pollen allergies, just as Wesley's nose net helps his allergies!
How did Grotty Groom and Furry Mama end up with so many animals with issues? Or maybe that's the point - they all chose Baggy to be their human, and she has enough issues to write books about.........
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