My Mountain is so near
My mountain is so near and yet so far. It is less than two miles from here but it may as well be a million miles. I don’t think we’ll be going up at all this week. Mum was going to be taken up to the restaurant there for a coffee today, but she has had to conclude she can’t walk down to her friend’s car and then from the car park into the restaurant. I don’t mind too much though, as it means the friends will come here instead so I’m looking forward to seeing them. I have to be a good girl and remember not to bounce too much. Of course, that’s easier said than done.
Daddy’s Girl
Mum has had to ask me not to sit on her, but I really don’t mind as it gives me a chance to spend my week being a daddy’s girl without seeming to be disloyal to Mum. I’ve had a lovely weekend going for walks with Dad and cuddling up to him. He has been the one feeding me and spoiling me and it would have been rude not to pay him lots of attention in return. I will be glad when things get back to normal and they let me get back into bed with them though. That’s always one of the best bits of having them both to myself.
A Decision
I don’t know why Mum didn’t think this a good idea before, given she is prone to accidents of one sort or another. She has said that her next car will definitely be an automatic. I’m waiting for her to realise that what she really needs is one adapted so I can take over the driving if necessary. I’m sure there must be a way to make it possible. I’d promise to stay in a straight line on the road, even if I saw a cat I wanted to chase.
Love
Wilma