I spent a glorious couple of hours yesterday morning sunbathing. For just a brief snatch of time the weather was good enough for Mum to leave the back door open and I made the most of it. I simply love finding a spot on the paving to lie in the sunshine. I stay close to the back door so I can hear if Mum needs me for anything and then just lie back and absorb the suns rays. Mum is surprised I don\u2019t get too hot, but I\u2019ve always loved a bit of sunbathing. It has led me to ask Mum how it will all work in the new house. I have to say I\u2019m not that happy with the answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My new office will be a smaller room at the front of the house. When I say \u2018my\u2019 office, obviously I do have to share it with Mum, but I see it as mine. I won\u2019t have a back door as nearby to lie outside of. This is a big concern. Mum has said that if things go to plan she is hoping to have a garden office put in and then it will all be easy, but that may not happen for a while. You can just see what\u2019s going to happen. It will be wet all the rest of the time we live here \u2013 whilst I have the opportunity to be outdoors and then it will be beautiful and sunny when we move. That\u2019s the point I shall only be going out with Mum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve got another concern too. Sleeping on Mum\u2019s bed is my domain. I caught her telling Aristotle that he could sleep on the bed. Ok, so because of his legs he\u2019s never had time upstairs sleeping with Mum in the way that I do, but there\u2019s never going to be room for all of us. I hope she isn\u2019t thinking of letting him sleep there instead of me. I\u2019m a worried dog. What do you think I should do?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wilma<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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