I was dragging my paws on our walk yesterday. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with pottering around the garden?\u201d That\u2019s what I asked. Mum said that now she was feeling a little better we really needed to increase both our exercise if I was ever to lose weight. \u201cYou don\u2019t know that I haven\u2019t lost weight,\u201d was my reply to that one. Sadly, given we haven\u2019t yet been for a weigh in, Mum pointed out that nor do I know that I have. As usual, I lost the argument and we went round the local walk at a rapid pace. It would have taken Mum a lot less time if I hadn\u2019t insisted to stop for every sniff I could find. I tried to eat some fox poo too, but Mum had other ideas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Out walk is not nearly as nice as the one on my mountain in Switzerland. Dad went there at the weekend with my sister. Oh it\u2019s hard not to be jealous when he\u2019s telling me all about it. I find myself imagining the soft green grass and the lovely mountain air and feeling desperately sad that I can\u2019t be there. I\u2019m sure my sister would be pleased to have me along for company. It would give her someone to nag. Maybe our grass will go back to being soft and green at some point and then the difference won\u2019t be quite so bad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It needs to rain and we need to tidy the garden before my friends come round a week on Sunday. I can\u2019t wait to have some of them here. I\u2019m not really sure that either Ari or Shadow will cope very well, but they can always stay inside out of the way. Shadow\u2019s granddaughter, Polly is coming, so I expect Shadow will want to meet her even if not the others. I can\u2019t wait.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wilma<\/p>\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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