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: Yes.
Overall day: Okay-ish.
It's a grey old day in Suffolk and Hormonal Hannah put Baggy in the same grey place this morning. Pepper Pooch still made her get up, even though she really wanted to stay under the duvet. But he couldn't actually persuade her to get dressed, so they both settled on the sofa while Creative Clara checked out Realuv and Facebook. Two hours later, Hannah felt ready for a shower. The pooch brightened and took his usual position, laying by the door. As soon as he got out he licked Baggy's (scarily hairy) legs dry - what is that all about - well, no baggetts, Clever Bird knows what the hairy legs are about (it's winter), but what's with the leg licking? Weird pooch, but he does it every time.He then followed her upstairs and lay on the floor while Baggy got dressed.
"Okay the pooch, thanks for being a patient boy".
"Can we go out now then?"
"Let's find a new walk shall we?"
"Walk? Walk? Yes. Yes."
Furry Mama grabbed her boots with the pooch circling her. Then he shot into the kitchen and sat by the door waiting for her to put his coat and collar on. He then put his paws on the kitchen worktop where his ball-thrower lives, and raised his soppy amber eyes at Furry Mama. "Okay Peps, we can take it". Clever Bird had a plan, she'd noticed what looked like a new footpath when she was walking back from town yesterday, so she was going to explore it. As Furry Mama worked some more on Pepper's heel work, she thought, "Hang on a minute, surely the path was closer to the house than this." It was. They'd missed it completely. Oh well, Plan B: explore the path that she'd noticed that runs through an old folly. A folly that she played in all the time when she was a little girl. It was lovely, with another big open space for ball throwing. Pepper and Hannah felt happy. The birds were singing, what Clever Bird thinks are their spring songs, and it felt nice to think that the days are getting longer and hopefully less grey.
And guess what baggetts - the path came out on the path that was her Plan A walk! So Plan B was Plan A after all. There are definite advantages to having no transport! Well, for a little while anyway.
They popped into the farm shop on the way home: cat food, sausages for the pooch, and seed for the featheries. By then the pooch was doing an impressive walk to heel, so Baggy managed to hang onto the heavy carrier bag without too much difficulty.
Furry Mama decided to feed the featheries as soon as she got home. The pooch decided that he needed to help her.
Once they'd hung up coconut feeders, put out a cherry and peanut block, and covered the bird table in mealie worms and mixed seed, Furry Mama asked the pooch if he'd like a sausage. "Are the cats vicious?"
"Well actually Peps, no they're not, but I know they have been with you, so I'll take that as a 'yes'".
"Yes, yes, yes, they are and it was".
The pooch gobbled two sausages while The Domestic Goddess made some soup for Baggy, and Furry Mama fed the cats some lunch. As she was washing up and making a cup of tea, Furry Mama realised that the pooch was disturbingly quiet. Freda Fretter decided she'd best check why. She was right to worry! Pepper was sitting by the sofa eating something, with the rest of the bag of sausages at his paws! Hmmmm!
Is this right though baggetts? Primulas in flower in January!
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