I should perhaps have headed this as \u2018not playing ball\u2019. It really doesn\u2019t seem fair. Alfie can\u2019t play ball because it does very strange things to his brain and he goes a bit loopy. He didn\u2019t used to, it\u2019s only his dementia, but even two minutes of ball can take several hours to recover from. Shadow can\u2019t play ball because of her bad leg. Believe me when I say she wants to. She wants to very much indeed. I can\u2019t play ball because of my bad legs. I\u2019ve never been allowed to play because it would do so much harm and as a result I don\u2019t really know how to. Wilma has finally decided she loves playing ball and she\u2019s now fed up that she hasn\u2019t got anyone apart from our Mistress to play with. Wilma can run for hours. Sometimes she just fetches the ball and does several extra laps of the garden just for the fun of it, before bringing it right back to our Mistress\u2019s feet. It\u2019s fair to say our Mistress got fed up with the game long before Wilma did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wilma had already been for a lovely walk\nbefore even starting to play ball. They were going to do two laps of the\nairfield again, but for reasons I won\u2019t go into, partly involving two rabbits\nand a pheasant, our Mistress decided against. Instead they came home and\ncarried on their exercise and enjoyment of the sunshine by playing ball. There\nwas just one tiny little problem. They, and our neighbours, had to put up with\na loud chorus of complaints from the three of us who were all being kept\nindoors out of the way. Life just isn\u2019t fair. Oh, don\u2019t get me wrong, both\nShadow and I had already been out for lovely walks as far as we each wanted to\ngo. It wasn\u2019t as though we were missing out. It\u2019s just that when you hear\nothers playing you really just want to join in!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I made up for it with a lovely cuddle though.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Have a great Sunday<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Aristotle<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"