Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Blue.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 5.
Tears: No - well apart from in the wind on the beach.
English weather is nuts! Fact. Freda Fretter worries about what to wear - Baggy is either too hot or too cold. Clever Bird has finally realised that layers are the solution.
Southwold beach 9th April: Sea fret, windy and cold.
Southwold beach 19th April: Paddling weather - Baggy got sunburnt.
Pakefield Beach 26th April: Sea fret and cold.
Southwold beach 28th April: Sea fret and windy, but pretty warm.
Southwold beach 29th April: So freezing that Creative Clara didn't realise the phone was on selfie mode as she tried to see the screen for Creative Clara to photograph the pooch. It was also raining, so the phone also 'froze' and she couldn't.
She took photos in Billy Bob as Furry Mama and Pepper attempted to warm up and dry off! Baggy's hands needed to return to a normal colour and thaw before she could drive!
On the 30th it was blowing a gale and raining all day at Baggy's, so Furry Mama and the pooch did quick local soggy walks. There was literally ice in the rain. The heating was on full blast all day. So on May 1st when they went into Halesworth to post a Realuv parcel she dressed for the cold - and cooked as the temperature soared to nearly 70degF. Furry Mama took Pepper to the park for a ball chase having bought yet more new balls as they'd lost all the old ones. Furry Mama walked, and threw the ball. It was hot! Ten minutes in, she threw the ball behind her, Baggy carried on walking, the pooch did not reappear with the ball, which is unheard of. Furry Mama called him - nothing. She checked the river, she checked the canal, she asked a few people whether they had seen a black dog - nothing.
Freda Fretter began to panic, then Baggy heard a little 'woof' and Furry Mama knew that it was the pooch. It seemed to be coming from the river, but she couldn't see him. Then she heard whimpering and realised that the poor dog had been swept about twenty yards downstream and was tucked into a curve in the bank, trying to keep his nose above the strong current. Baggy fought her way through the nettles and brambles until she was above him. He was about three feet below her and couldn't get out because it was a sheer mud bank - he was clearly terrified. Freda was just relieved that she'd found him, until Clever Bird pointed out that Pepper was actually in danger. Furry Mama tried to get him to bite his lead so she could haul him out - nope. Then she lassoed him with his lead, but it slipped off. So she decided to risk falling in and bent down and grabbed his collar and lifted him out by the neck. It was only once Pepper was safely back on the bank that Clever Bird wondered who had been more scared - Hormonal Hannah or Pepper. He was very grateful and Baggy got a river-water face-licking for thanks. Freda Fretter decided that as yet another ball had been lost, it was time to put the pooch on the lead and head home. To be fair to the pooch, last time he'd been in the stream it was a half-inch trickle, but yesterday, after the previous day's rain, it was a raging torrent and where he went in is always much deeper anyway, so Furry Mama is just hoping that he may have learned that lesson - but a bit like Clever Bird - for a clever pooch, he can be pretty stupid sometimes!
May 2nd - freezing cold again and pouring with rain, so once more Furry Mama and the pooch stayed locally and ball-threw in the old quarry. On the way home, by which time Baggy was totally soaked through and cold, the pooch did another vanishing act, straight over the quarry edge!
Psychic Ploppo was well aware of his plan, Baggy might have been frozen, but he was hot and figured that he could shoot off to the lake for a quick cool down. Except he couldn't get through the brambles. And guess where his ball went, yep Baggees, straight down the rest of the bank, under the brambles. Another ball lost!
Today on the other hand, it's warm again, so Furry Mama decided to go to the beach. The pooch needed a treat and Hormonal Hannah needed to relax, so Dunwich Heath was the choice of the day. It was glorious and Baggy took her shoes off and paddled!
They walked about two miles along the beach enjoying the sea, the sun and ball throwing, when the pooch shot off to investigate a big white thing! He scratched it with his paw, and was about to lick it, when Clever Bird made Baggy's brain function, and Furry Mama yelled at Pepper to "leave it", which thankfully he did, because Freda Fretter had suddenly realised what it was!
When the news talks about palm oil being washed up on East Anglian beaches, Clever Bird thought it meant little bits, not lumps that are three feet long! And it wasn't alone either. Freda Fretter decided that perhaps they should head back.
Thank goodness that Hormonal Hannah's happy pills are keeping Baggy's depression manageable, but even more importantly are keeping her anxiety in check, because one way and another, without them, Furry Mama would be wrapping Pepper up in bubble wrap and confining him to the house to keep him out of trouble!
Meanwhile, Creative Clara is beavering away getting stock ready for two vintage stalls at the weekend. On Saturday it's the Halesworth Brocante and on Sunday it's Wootten's Garden Centre open day, and Realuv will be at both - now what should Baggy wear?......
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