Doing my job
I’ve been doing my job to the very best of my ability. My job at the moment is to take care of Mum and it’s a job I love doing. I’ve been making her laugh. She says it impossible to stay sad and keep crying when a dog has her nose so close that she is ready to lick away every last tear you shed. Where else does she thing I’d be at an important time like this? I need to be on paw to help in whatever way I’m needed. This is the sort of thing I’m best at and being Mum’s right paw dog is a joy for me.
Ari is helping
Ari says he doesn’t want to be left out of the process, but he has to settle for being her left paw dog. He’s happy with that. For a start he’s not so much a licky sort of dog as I am and he can’t climb on the bed or settee quite so easily.
You might ask where Shadow has been in all this. She wasn’t feeling so well herself yesterday. She is also having periods of random barking which aren’t helping anyone. At least now Dad is back she can bark at him instead of Mum.
Plan for the day
Now Dad’s back the plan is to spend as much time outdoors as the weather allows. As far as I’m concerned that’s pretty much the whole time, but Dad’s never been so keen on rain and Mum isn’t a fan of wind, so that cuts it down a bit. Mum has explained there are times they need to go to help Granny, so we do need to be patient and understanding. Patience is my middle name – well, the one after ‘wild’ anyway.
Love
Wilma