Yesterday was a day for odd recollections. One of the cupboards that needed sorting out was the one Mum keeps dog medicines in. As you might imagine, some of them were very out of date. She kept reading the labels and seeing which of us the item had been prescribed for and thinking back to what had been wrong. I should probably point out that almost none of them related to me. I might have been the wearer of the odd cone of shame and I think the vest was mine after I\u2019d been spayed, but thankfully so far I have stayed pretty well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The finniest as far as I was concerned was the packet with the gloves and the long cotton buds and a tube of something that had been used to treat Aristotle\u2019s bottom. Clearly the treatment of bottoms is best done from a distance, judging by the colon buds. He covered his eyes with his paws when I tried asking him about it and said he hoped that particular problem did not recur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of course there were all the things like puppy scales and toys from when Shadow had her puppies. She and Mum spent a while talking about those times. From watching them, I think Mum remembers it all more fondly than Shadow does. I sat looking at some of the little bowls and felt sad that I\u2019d never had chance to use any of them. Maybe one day I\u2019ll have the opportunity to be an honorary granny or elderly aunt, but it won\u2019t be for some while yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was also a draw of things, not dog related, most of which looked new. I did the stupid thing of asking what they were for. Mum explained it was the \u2018may come in useful\u2019 draw. In general it was things she had bought at some point by mistake. It ranged from a new smoke alarm to a carbon filter for the cooker hood in the kitchen. (For the record our cooker hood does not take a carbon filter). I decided on balance it might be best not to ask.<\/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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