Ari and I are totally loving the orchard. We go out after every meal and guess what \u2013 we have dessert. Mum is furious. Here she is trying to control what we eat and here we are supplementing our diet with multiple apples. They\u2019re full ripe now so we won\u2019t end up feeling poorly \u2013 except from eating too many, which may not be good. We\u2019re running around so much more that I think the extra calories will be fine, whatever Mum says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Poor old Shadow, we keep forgetting to wait for her. It isn\u2019t helped by her not always hearing what we tell her, although her hearing has oddly seemed a little better recently. We find her waiting at the wrong door or heading for the gate, when we\u2019ve gone to the orchard. Mum is trying to go at her pace, but it\u2019s not always easy when we go bombing off to get up to mischief. On one occasion earlier Mum couldn\u2019t find her at all and it turned out that she\u2019d stayed inside not even realising we\u2019d gone out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This afternoon Dad will be in charge for a while. That gives us so many opportunities to misbehave. If I tell him we normally have double portions of food at teatime, he\u2019ll believe me. He thinks I\u2019m trustworthy and I take full advantage of the fact. Besides, who could resist my big brown eyes? It will all be fine as long as Mum hasn\u2019t remembered to leave him with clear instructions. That\u2019s always a pain when she\u2019s organised. He\u2019s much harder to manipulate then. Mind you, on the other paw, there is always a risk he\u2019ll be busy and forget to feed us altogether. If that happens we have to wait for Mum anyway.<\/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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