Not a lot happening.

Well, no change.  Mum still wheeling about - with me alongside of course.  Dad still taking me out over the fields while Mum cant get out.  Life would be boring but I can always find something to do.  Sometimes the bin needs sorting out, but only while the folks are busy elsewhere.  Very occasionally I can find something a bit tasty.  I can also sit in the middle of the mess looking absolutely gorgeous and innocent.  For some reason the folks dont buy it, especially if I get a bit of the tummy runs as a result and get Dad up five or six times in the night to take me out in the garden.  Dad can end up with a sense of humour failure.  Mum reckons the only way to keep me out of the bin is to stick it to the ceiling.  That would work.

Dad moved Mum's downstairs bed so its alongside the patio doors.  Now I can keep an eye on the birds - and make sure that cat keeps its distance - in total comfort.  Mind you, its hard work and sometimes my eyes close ....

I have improved my wheelchair-dog skills.  Now I can jump right over the top of Mum if she is in the way when I need to do something in a hurry - like see who is ringing the doorbell.  Its also convenient if I am a bit excited and I want to mob her - I can put my paws on her shoulders and wash her to bits.  I'm a big, strong, girl and there is not much she can do about it except call for rescue.  Very satisfying that, me in control.  :))

Well, that's it for now.  Not a lot happening with her laid up.

 Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.