Well after another quiet day yesterday, today is the big day. The big day for me anyway, my mistress and master are still busy planning their big day and frankly I am trying to keep out of it. Today is the day that hedgehog will be released from prison at 3pm. I don’t know whether my letter will have got to him and if it has whether there is any hope that he will have forgiven my outburst but I have packed some sandwiches and Squirrel and I are going to go and wait at the gates from midday to make sure we are in plenty of time to welcome him out. I have been down to check on the pile of leaves I have prepared for him and everything is in order so hopefully by later today he will have moved in.
In the meantime I have been pondering why some of the grass has been turning pink. A couple of weeks ago it was definitely green. Apart from the bits I have peed on which aren’t at all green and the bits where I have dug up the moss which aren’t very green either. Now there is a pink carpet covering several areas of grass around trees. Some of the bits seem to come off in my paws too. They are all soft and velvety and if I blow on them they move. The same is true if I wag my tail really vigorously too. It’s funny watching the garden changing colour. One minute I thought I had everything sussed. I thought I had got the hang of what everything looked like and then it all started changing before my eyes. I probably like it better now, although I do wish the birds would keep the noise down a bit when I am trying to snooze. I have been chasing bees too. My mistress has told me I mustn’t try and eat them, she seems to think they are bad for me in some way, but the way they buzz makes them irresistible. I went out the other day and the grass was quite long and when I came back it was short and smelt different. I did wonder if it was actually different grass but it still had the same patches of moss, so if someone had swapped it they had gone to a lot of trouble. I also seem to have been losing a lot of hair recently. I was all ready to discuss with the vet whether I might be suffering from stress but my mistress told me not to be such a hypochondriac and I was just moulting because of the improved weather. Of course this led in to my needing to look up the meaning of both hypochondriac and moulting before going off in a huff that she should even suggest such a thing. Next time she says there is something wrong I shall just say the same to her.