Confusion

One of the worst parts about my dementia is the confusion. It’s not all the time, but every so often it is like I’ve gone back in time and the last few years haven’t happened. When I left the kennels yesterday I went straight to where the office and exit used to be. I was quite convinced that’s where I should be going to get out. They gently put me right of course, but it leaves me feeling a bit flustered when it happens. I had a few moments later in the day as well when I just didn’t want to go where I was expected to go. It really is a bit difficult for me as well as everyone else when I’m feeling like that.

Entlebucher Club

This week is a very important week for our breed here in the UK. It was ten years ago this week that I peed on the leg of one of the other owners. Of course, it’s not actually the anniversary of me peeing on Mike that we’re celebrating, it’s the formation of the Entlebucher Mountain Dog Club of Great Britain.

It all began in our garden, although not the house we are in now, but the one we lived in when we first came to the village. That was when me and Guapo, Eika, Queenie, Orson and Shadow said it was time for us to get our humans to do something. Sadly, Guapo and Queenie are not around to celebrate with us. I lost touch with Eika when she moved back to Switzerland and we don’t see Orson so often now. Shadow however will be attending the celebrations in person and will be representing me as well.

The celebrations aren’t actually happening here where it began but that won’t stop me raising my water bowl in a toast to the work we’ve done over that time.

Have a great Tuesday

Alfie