Another year has arrived, all new and shiny and bright! In the Baggy household it came in with a little whimper. Baggy was in bed by eleven with Hinge cat and Pepper Pooch, although Calum and Bracket stayed up. Baggy was woken at midnight by really loud fireworks, at which point Pepper went downstairs to be protected by his Dad. And although full of plans for New Year's Day, it too ended up being a non-event. Scarily, The Domestic Goddess appeared from nowhere and insisted on cleaning up, as all the decorations came down on Sunday - Clever Bird thinks that possibly Baggy's sister has rubbed off on her a little bit. The Goddess was vacuuming and dusting and rather enjoying it! Scary.
Furry Mama took Hinge cat to the vets on New Year's Eve. The poor little sausage was even more poorly than Freda Fretter had feared. The vet suspects that it is feline asthma. Her little throat was so sore from her struggle to breathe that she couldn't swallow. Steroid injection. Antibiotics. Special squidgy food. Within a day she was much better. She now seems to be breathing almost normally. Furry Mama just needs to feed her up a bit. At her largest, Hinge was nearly 12kg! She now weighs just 3.3kg and feels like a fluffy skeleton!
To the vets' today with Pepper to get his hip checked out. Furry Mama has misbehaved a bit, and on Saturday let him have a run on the beach. He seemed fine, and compared with how he was, he is totally back to normal - however, he's actually still a bit sore apparently, so is on an anti-inflammatory for another week. Plus Furry Mama has to behave and keep him on a lead for a while longer. The soppy mare bought him another soft squeaky ball by way of compensation. Furry Mama does feel as though she lives at the vets'. She's back there on Monday with the Hinge. But the fact is that the furries are Baggy and Calum's kids, and expensive as they are, they'd do anything for them.
Baggy is starting the year as she means to go on. Calum is back at work today after a wonderful break, so after the vet visit, Baggy drove Grotty Groom over to the yard. The horses have been there nearly two years now, but for the first time, Grotty went round one of the short hacks. No Baggees, she's not that brave, she wasn't on a horse; Furry Mama walked Pepper round. Or, more accurately, Pepper hauled Furry Mama round. But Grotty hadn't realised just how wonderful the hacking is, and it has spurred Grotty on, ('scuse the pun - Grotty doesn't actually use spurs! If she used spurs on Wesley, she'd probably end up on the moon!!), to get riding again. This also means that Baggy is motivated to lose two stones (again), so that she can get back on Wesley later this year.
Having had a leg stretch, Furry Mama settled the pooch in a spare stable, while Grotty groomed both the horses. Freda Fretter is delighted that the pooch is getting used to quietly waiting in a stable. If Grotty does get Baggy riding again, it will be necessary to leave the pooch (Grotty is nowhere near brave enough to let him come on a hack!). And although he's happy in Billy Bob Jalopy campervan, it's not ideal leaving him in the camper in the summer!
Home once more, Creative Clara is blogging, and adding new products to her etsy shop, Realuv, and shortly she will be polishing off her novel! Oh yes, three years of on-off writing, this year she's determined to get it finished and to pluck up the courage to send it off to some agents. Clever Bird knows that this will require her to give Hormonal Hannah a bit of a confidence boosting pep talk, but 2019 is going to be Baggy's year for DOING...........
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): Yellow.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 2.
Tears: Nah.
Baggy: 214.
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