I’m not good at this. I don’t like having to stay at home. I’m not that kind of dog. Oh I’ve been given the great big chew to work my way through, but it’s not like going out and wearing myself out. Apparently I’m being too bouncy, but I can’t help that. I’m on springs and these hormones don’t help. I’m all over the place. One minute I feel high and the next I could sit down and cry. What is a girl to do? Shadow’s talked me through everything and explained why I need to wear pants around the house, but you’d think they’d be more understanding of when I feel the need to take them off to be a bit more comfortable. Alfie tries to clear up after me, but even he says my bounciness is getting a bit wearing. I just wish it would hurry up and finish, but Mum says it will probably be another week or so yet. The worst bit apart from the walks is that she has actually cut down my food! I’m hungry. I’m used to the size of portions I normally have and I still really want that amount. Oh Mum has explained to me it’s for my own good and I’d be putting weight on otherwise but then when I see her raid the ice cream drawer it really adds insult to injury. I did get to help her plant the carrots yesterday afternoon and that was fun. I can’t actually reach where they are, but apparently that’s deliberate, which is quite mean really.
They went down to the pub in the village the other night, the humans that is, they didn’t take us. Anyway, apparently they need a really good torch at the moment to stop them stepping on all the toads. There aren’t any street lights where we live, but there are lots of little toads at this time of the year. I guess they are heading for the pond or the brook. Apparently they counted 15 on their short walk home, mind you that included a couple that weren’t going to be going anywhere because they’d been squished by cars.
I’m off back to my chew, catch you later
Love
Wilma
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