Seriously Universe what else are you going to chuck at Baggy?

Note to readers (my lovely Baggees): 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): Black.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 9.
Tears: Yes lots, but happy, feeling "very touched" ones.
Pancakes (Yes/No): Nope - determined to be good!
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): 14st 0lbs 😛
Overall day: 🐀  .

Clever Bird's Thoughts for the Day 

 

• Isn't it high time that The Domestic Goddess learnt to dry knickers properly? It's not rocket science is it? Unscrew the blooming things before you balance them on the drier!
• Is it also not high time that Clever Bird herself, used her not inconsiderable brain power, to improve her common sense? Baggy spent most of the morning wondering why her bottom felt so cold, when she had her warm baggy trousers on. Then she visited the bathroom and realised that she had damp knickers on!
• And why did she even pick knickers off the drier? It's not as if she didn't have a drawer full of clean dry ones - but did she swap to some dry ones when she realised her mistake? Of course she didn't Baggees. See, no common sense!
• Should people suffering from depression be more open about it? She thinks that they should. When you're quietly dying on the inside, but look wonderful on the outside and someone asks you how you are, it's so hard. "I'm good thanks, how are you?" Then feel like a fraud because you just lied, but feel that you can't burden an "innocent" conventional question with a truthful answer. Then you feel even worse.
• Unless you wish it to vanish into the ether for all of eternity, never ever put anything "in a safe place". Can Creative Clara find the expensive book she bought explaining how to get published? Can she heck?
• Kindness is its own reward, so why are so many people so unkind?
• If you are lonely and have the money, fitness, time and patience, rescue a pooch!!! Furry Mama has spoken to about ten total strangers today because of Pepper.

Baggy woke in a terrible place this morning, after another night of really upsetting dreams. But after five minutes of Hinge head-butting Furry Mama's face, with her furry head, followed by the pooch leaping on the bed to lick Hinge and Baggy, she had to get up and face the day. Hormonal Hannah didn't get much further than the sofa though. With Baggy still in her dressing gown, Creative Clara opened the Word document that is her novel. Then did nothing, except stare at the screen. Pepper looked at her, sighed and curled up on the sofa.

Freda Fretter isn't sure how long Baggy sat in a daze, doing nothing except feeling sick and panicky. She almost jumped out of her skin when Pepper barked because he'd heard the postman. Two official letters. One interesting looking one that looked like a card. It was a card, to Calum and Baggy. Baggy recognised her sister's handwriting. "Odd", thought Clever Bird, "it's not a Birthday or anything". When she read it, she sobbed like a big baby, her sister had sent the card saying how much she loved Baggy and "Bear", (as she calls number one furry), and that she was thinking about them. It was just very thoughtful and very wonderful and Baggy was a blubby appreciative mess! It did the trick - much to Pepper's delight, Baggy got organised and dressed Furry Mama ready for action. Hannah felt better when Baggy hopped on the scales!

As Clever Bird knows that Freda Fretter wants to save money and that Baggy wants to lose weight, she decided that Furry Mama could walk into town to do the things she needed to do, rather than going in Billy Bob. It's a four-mile round trip and Furry Mama set a pace to keep up with the pooch. They played ball all the way there. It's a beautiful day in Suffolk and Hannah was glad that she'd gone out. Of course Pepper threw himself in the canal on the way past, so it was a wet, smelly pooch that headed into the post office with Baggy. That didn't stop him from getting strokes from various people while they waited in the queue though! Then they headed to the pet shop to see whether they had a suitable muzzle for him. Freda Fretter really doesn't want to make Pepper wear a muzzle because everyone will just assume that he's aggressive, but Clever Bird knows that his allergies are so serious, that potentially it could save his life, so it has to be worth exploring. The owner is doing some research and will call Furry Mama once she's checked it all out.

By the time they got home, Hannah was a lot happier and Baggy was feeling quite chuffed with how much fitter she is getting, since having the pooch to walk. He is distinctly chilled and has been in this position for the last two hours.

However, he's just made a little yelp sound, followed by a whimper, but still didn't move. Furry Mama checked him. She couldn't work out what was wrong, but when he hopped off the sofa it was without putting any weight on his right front leg (again). He's been holding his paw in the air when stationary and limping really badly when walking. Then he'll hurtle off as though nothing is wrong, then stop and lift his paw again. Obviously Freda Fretter is worried - rightly so - so it looks as though Pepper is going to have to go to the vet's yet again, to get this checked out. She can see nothing wrong, but clearly the poor boy ends up like this every time he does too much ball chasing. She is so experienced with Minty Mutt's regular lameness on the same leg, that she knows it needs checking. Mint always had to have Metacam (a doggy anti-inflammatory) and rest. Furry Mama has Metacam and gave the pooch some last time this happened, but it seemed to knock him out, and Clever Bird worries that he might be allergic to it. And as for making him rest, well there's a challenge! It's just one more thing adding to Hormonal Hannah's anxiety. And breathe...............