Eventually they told me Mum and Dad had arrived to take me home - well about time too - bet they'd been off on some jolly or other. The nice lady gave me a teeshirt to wear that reminded me of my winter raincoat. It felt nice and snuggly like a gentle hug. For some reason Dad helped me into the car and if I am honest, I didn't feel like jumping. The next couple of days passed in a blur - I remember squeaking at Mum to tell her that I was not feeling great, but she just told me to sleep. Oh, I suppose she was right and I had nothing better to do.
By Sunday I was wondering why I wasn't off out for a run - and why I was still wearing a teeshirt. When it was taken off a couple of times I had a much needed check of my nether regions - I was shocked at what I found (or didn't find) I have to tell you!
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| Chilling in my t-shirt |
While I've been poorly, Mum and I played lots of little games. She had a whistle and kept softly blowing it "pip-pip-pip-pip-pip" and straight away giving me treats. I like that game! Then she did it when not near me and it was so obvious the game now was to go to her to collect my rewards. She even tried to catch me out blowing it when I was asleep, or in a different room - no chance! Every time I got to her really quickly. It is a fun game. Pat joined in too when she visited. I went to greet her at the door and she seemed quite offhand. Mum peeped and so I realised it was another bit of the game - I went, got my treat and then Mum told me to go and fuss Pat. The last bit of that episode was funny. They kept saying that this one would be hard. Yeah Right! Pat arrived and I could smell food in her hand - mmm! I sniffed and licked her hand but she wouldn't open it. Mum peeped --- oh EASY!! Go-to-Mum gets me good treats.... so off I went and she said how clever I was and asked Pat to come and give me the treats. Different, but FUN!
Mum and I are back to our walks, but not very long ones as it is rather warm out. She's behaving rather strangely though. We went to a place I know and love, the Humber Bank and so as soon as it was safe to let Mum off the lead I bombed off to check out the path ahead. I knew she'd just follow on at her own pace so I was not worried about her. Eventually I happened upon a delicious smell and screamed to a halt, then turned to bury my nose in it... but what did I see out of the corner of an eye? Mum legging it in the opposite direction away from me back towards the car ... eek... she could get lost! I hared off to her and overshot so I could check out the way ahead for her. By the time I turned to check on her again she had spun round and was marching off away from the car again. So I did a sharp turn and soon caught up. As soon as I overtook, she turned again. I really thought she had flipped, so kept a close eye on her all the time I was off the lead. She seemed to think that was good - oh well, whatever makes her happy :)
One final game we've been playing is called "find-it". Mum takes fun toys out to play either in the garden or on walks. Often they're toys I don't get to play with normally. She makes me wait, throws the toy and then says Go find it!. I chase after it, grab it and run round in circles... but what makes her really happy (oh and gets her to dispense a treat) is if I take the toy to her and put it in her hand so she doesn't have to chase me or bend down to pick it up (guess she's showing her age, poor dear!).
