Ball control.

Pepper Pooch had a good night, apart from the rumbling noises from his empty, tender stomach, which woke Baggy up at around 5.00am they were so loud. A phone consultation with the vet at 9.30 reassured the vet (and Furry  Mama) enough, that he didn't need to go in for further checks today. Furry Mama has to trickle-feed him for a few days, and he has to take Omeprazole to counteract any acid in his stomach for five days, but then, as long as he doesn't take a turn for the worse, he can get back to normal.

When Furry Mama asked the vet whether she had any clue as to what had caused his sickness, she didn't know, but presumes that it's something he had eaten, possibly when he "got lost" on Saturday. She advised Furry Mama to never let him out of her sight!

"That was so much simpler when I always had a tennis ball with me on walks; he'd never take his eyes off me then!"

"Well you could use a rubber ball. It's the fibres that cause the problem, especially if sand or soil sticks to them."

"I thought it was bad for his mental health though, because he's so obsessed."

"No, not really, and better that than he consumes something else and gets sick again. He reacts so badly to things, that it's a major concern."

So once he's back to normal, Furry Mama will be once again taking a ball on walks - a rubber one. Clever Bird is actually mightily relieved by this, as he gets considerably more exercise chasing a ball. He has put on 4kg in weight during lockdown, since he's not been ball-chasing or on the beach!! This is a massive amount for a dog who did weigh 22kg. No wonder that one thing the blood tests did pick up was that he has elevated cholestoral.

Mind you, so will Baggy if Pepper keeps putting her through these dramas! Last night's comfort-eating was crisps, pork pie, cheese and chocolate digestives; but at least Clever Bird recognised that, that was what she was doing - comfort-eating. 

Today, Furry Mama took the Pooch for a gentle stroll around the lake near the house. He didn't wish to go far, and it was incredibly hot, so when they got home Gloria Gardener pottered in the garden. It's a delight at the moment, as all the foxgloves on the "molehill" on the new bit of garden are beginning to bloom. In a few more days, they should be spectacular.

Better yet, there are lizards living amongst the foxgloves, spending their time on the terracotta pantiles that Creative Clara used to build a little border. Hopefully one day, she'll be fast enough to get a photo of one, before he scuttles off.

Nature is wonderful...

Baggy's current 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: Amazingly not.
Overall days: Hot.

Note to readers: For the avoidance of any doubt, every character in this blog is Baggy! No Baggy was harmed in its writing, although some of them get pretty confused!