The barking is getting to Mum. She swore at us all yesterday. The problem is that we haven\u2019t really worked out how things are going to be. Outdoors we are having a great time, but everything indoors is a bit odd. There are still boxes everywhere and we don\u2019t have the beds out that we really want. We are being really good some of the time and then one of us treads on another\u2019s paw and we all kick off. That and the doorbell of course. Mum is getting quite a lot of deliveries at the moment and every one of them is an excuse for us to bark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mum says I\u2019m the one causing the most problem. I had got used to her being all mine, and I don\u2019t really want to share if I\u2019m being honest. I\u2019m winding the others up in the process and that\u2019s not helpful \u2013 or so Mum says. I\u2019m doing the dog equivalent of pouting when I\u2019m told off. I think Mum may be under stress as she really isn\u2019t tolerating any bad behaviour \u2013 sometimes she can be so mean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This weekend, in between the rain, Mum and Dad want to start filling the skip with all the rubbish that needs to be taken away. You wouldn\u2019t believe how much there is to go in it. Even then they may have to go to the tip as well. Mum doesn\u2019t want to put things that can be recycled in the skip, but that means putting it all in the car and finding the nearest tip. It was so easy where we lived before as it was only just around the corner. It\u2019s funny the things that humans find they miss. Mum said we should have taken some of it with us when we went to collect Shadow and Ari, but it\u2019s too late for that now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wilma<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The barking is getting to Mum – Wilma is not entirely blameless. In fact, she may be very much to blame and she isn’t happy at being told off.<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":24011,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"gallery","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[63,27,93],"class_list":["post-24010","post","type-post","status-publish","format-gallery","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-day-to-day-life","tag-aristotle","tag-shadow","tag-wilma","post_format-post-format-gallery"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24010","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24010"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24010\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/24011"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24010"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24010"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24010"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}