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): 4.
Tears: No.
Pancakes (Yes/No): Baggy gives up and blames Hormonal Hannah!!
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): Scales told Baggy to get off.
Overall day(s): Constructive.
Baggy's daily routine has changed pretty dramatically in recent days. As the mornings get lighter earlier, a certain pooch feels the need to get up earlier. When he decides it's high time to start the day, he hops off the bed, shakes his head to make his ears whack it, making a loud noise. If this does not get Baggy up he then starts to "talk" to Furry Mama. This is not a bark, it is a whiney conversation! Furry Mama gives up and gets Baggy out of bed - not too bad when it was 7.00, but this morning it was 5.45! So Baggy traipsed downstairs, and offered to let the pooch out - he didn't want to go. So Baggy decided to go back to bed. Hinge jumped on Furry Mama. Pepper got the message and jumped back on the bottom of the bed and curled up.
At 7.15 the pooch repeated this routine to the letter, so Baggy got up. Furry Mama fed everyone, then The Domestic Goddess made Baggy tea and toast and she sat down and let Creative Clara check her Etsy shop and Facebook etc. At this point in the proceedings, the pooch crawls onto the back of the sofa like one of the cats and goes back to sleep. If Clara has a Realuv order, she packs it up ready to post. After about an hour, the pooch wakes up, yawns, stretches and then slides off the sofa like a "slinky". He then trots round and sits and stares at Furry Mama. If Baggy does not move, he then starts the whiney conversation again, with the odd play-bow thrown in for good measure. Furry Mama gives in and gets Baggy showered and dressed. They then all head off for a walk and a ball-throwing session.
It's surprising how much snow there still is! The top pic was taken this morning on the way to where Furry Mama throws Pepper's ball. Unfortunately, the snow in his favourite ditch has melted.
Next stop, town if needed - today, to the vets to pick up the pooch's immunotherapy vials. Then they headed to the yard so that Grotty Groom could sort out Joey Boy. Bit more ball throwing in the manege to wear out the pooch, so he'd hopefully sleep in Billy Bob Jalopy campervan. Over an hour grooming the boy Joe, then home.
Except that the single track lane was blocked by farmers cutting down branches off trees. They were there when Baggy was on the way to the yard, so she waited a few minutes and they then moved so she could pass. This time she was told to turn round. Easier said than done in a forty year old camper van with no power steering at the best of times, but when you are reversing towards a blind bend with banked snow still on either side of the road - nigh on flipping impossible!
Baggy managed to reverse to the bend without getting rear-ended, and using her rapidly developing Popeye muscles started a three-point turn (aka a ten-point turn) into the snow banks, by a field entrance. Thankfully nothing drove up the road, as it took quite a few minutes, but eventually, after a lot of worrying crunching noises, Baggy managed to turn round. It was rather a long detour. She then had to go back to the vets to pick up the stuff for Pepper, which has to be kept in a fridge. Now the more observant Baggees amongst you will be asking a very good question - why did she not take it home on the first visit, as there is a fridge in Billy Bob Jalopy campervan? Yes, well, extremely good question Baggees - well done! But this is a typical Clever Bird moment, she had totally forgotten that Baggy had a fridge and more to the point, that Billy Bob is his own big fridge - with no heating! As she walked back to Billy Bob to see the pooch's nose glued to the front windscreen looking for Furry Mama, Freda Fretter realised that she'd been right to worry about the loud crunching noises in the snow, half of Billy Bob's front number plate was missing. Sigh! Across the road to the garage to order a new number plate.
Then back to the village farm shop for cat food, mane-and-tail spray and bread, then home.
Now this is the interesting bit Baggees! Baggy was home by noon. So let's go back a few months! When Hormonal Hannah joined the gang and made Baggy extremely depressed and anxious, she regularly didn't get out of bed until 11.00, but these days, she has an extra four or more hours a day to play with!
So the new daily routine is as above, followed by Creative Clara writing - a minimum of four hours on her novel, while watching back-to-back Netflix - she is currently totally hooked on Breaking Bad. She frequently does six hours on the novel. Clever Bird just wishes that she had a bit more confidence in it, but Freda Fretter will make her doubt. But nothing ventured nothing gained, and all that.........
No comments:
Post a Comment