Stubborn.

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): 2.
Tears: No.
Overall day: Energetic.

Number one furry, in one of his frequent random conversation moments a few days ago, asked Baggy if she ever got cramp. "Well yes, I used to, but I haven't had it for ages thankfully".

"Well, if you ever get it again, bite your bottom lip. It will get rid of it".

"Really? I've never heard that before".

At six this morning, Baggy woke up with the most excruciating cramp in her right calf - probably because she's falling apart at the seams and her pelvis has gone wonky again, so she's walking badly. But oh boy did it hurt! You know baggetts when the paramedics ask you, "On a scale of one to ten, where one is okay, and ten is the worst pain you've ever felt in your life, where are you?" Well maybe you don't know baggetts, with luck and good fortune, you'll never have been asked that question. But Baggy has been asked it rather a lot unfortunately, and had she been asked at six today, she would have replied, "Ten-and-a-half!" Now when Grotty Groom shattered Baggy's collar bone, broke four ribs and punctured her lung, Baggy answered "About an eight", to that question!!! Why, oh why is cramp so painful?

So as Baggy was writhing in agony, trying to remember what Calum had told her to do; attempting to get her leg out of bed so that she could press her foot on the floor; swearing like a Trooper; she accidentally caught her lip with her teeth. Light bulb moment - Baggy bit her bottom lip. Amazingly it worked, almost instantly. The pain didn't vanish, but it dropped to a two, and Baggy went back to sleep. When she woke, her calf was so stiff that she could barely walk. So she hopped across the room with Pepper Pooch in hot pursuit, thinking that it was some mad Furry Mama game.

But as Baggy is Billy Bob-less this week, as Calum drove him to work, she has to walk everywhere. So in spite of the pain, Furry Mama decided to walk into Halesworth with the pooch. It did actually help her leg loosen off. Furry Mama decided to work on Pepper's 'heel', which is absolute perfection in dog training class, on or off the lead, but is absolutely non-existent in the big wide exciting world. It required Baggy to walk more quickly, which is a good thing for burning off an extra calorie or two. Once they got to the park, Furry Mama produced the ubiquitous ball, and the pooch had a good run. Then he vanished!

Clever Bird is beginning to understand why the people who gave him up described him as "stubborn". He makes his own mind up every now and again. "Feeling a bit hot and thirsty Mum. I'm just going to get a drink". "I'm not ready to go back on the lead yet Mum, so I'll just run over there". "Sit - why?" "No, I really do need to say 'Hi' to that lady dog Mum." "Oooooo, look a tree I need to sniff". Butter wouldn't melt in that sweet cutesy mouth, but every now and again he decides that his stuff is much more important than anything that his Mum says to him.

"I know I've just been in the old canal Mum, but the water tasted horrible, so I just need to shoot in to the stream."

"No Pepper!!!"

"Yes Mum. I must. I'll be back in a minute. You really don't need to worry".

"Pepper, get back here now!"

"No Mum, I just explained."

"You little monkey! Well at least don't lose your ball".

"Urmmmmmm."

"Well done, you did didn't you? You lost it".

"I might have Mum".

"Well I suggest you find it then. I'm not getting in there!"

"Okay, I'll try".

It's a two mile walk into town, but Baggy decided that it would do them both good to walk round town as well. Archaeology Annie absolutely loves this mad Suffolk wall. She used to walk home from school along this path when she was a little kid (eight to eleven years old), the walk was over two miles! It was a different world back then!

By the time they got home they'd walked around four-and-a-half miles. The pooch was barely worn out. Baggy was ready for a flop on the sofa and a cup of tea while Creative Clara thought about, and typed her blog..........