Hi, Pearl here. Millie has said I need to practise my blogging skills, so I’m doing today’s post.
Recently, Annabelle has been putting extra bits of cold chicken and turkey on Millie’s dinner. She doesn’t think I’ve noticed, but I have, and I think it sucks that I’m not getting it too. According to Annabelle, it’s because Millie is old and frail and losing her appetite, and she needs encouragement to eat. She won’t touch her food unless it’s garnished with treats. I don’t think she’s losing her appetite at all, she just knows she’ll get extra treats if she refuses to eat her dinner without them.
Millie is old, though, and she can’t come for long walks anymore. She gets tired quickly and starts lurching all over the place, living up to the name of her breed, so Annabelle takes her home and I go on with Snip and Frieda and their humans. I didn’t like this arrangement at first because Snip and Frieda kept leaving me out of their games. ‘Two’s company, three’s a crowd,’ Frieda kept saying. It was mainly Frieda excluding me, she’s always wanted Snip to herself. But I think Snip must have had a word in her pointy little ear, because now they’re letting me join in more.
Frieda likes to play rough, and the other day she made a huge hole in Snip’s shoulder. He had to go to the vet and have stitches.
Frieda claims she didn’t mean to do it. ‘Could I help it if he bumped into my teeth while we were playing?’ she says. ‘Snip’s my bestie, I wouldn’t hurt him for the world.’ With friends like her, who needs enemies? She’d better not try anything like that with me!
Hard work, this blogging, isn’t it? I don’t know how some of you manage to do it every day. Hopefully Millie will be back for the next post. Right now she’s on a lot of pain pills, which makes it hard for her to transmit her thoughts to the cyberplane, but I heard she’s going to have acupuncture, which should mean fewer tablets and a clearer head.
I can’t wait to see how she copes with having pins stuck in her!