Helping Mum get Better

Gosh, this broken ankle thing takes a long time to get better.  When she is in bed I hop on too,

I have my own pillow at the bottom of the bed.

when she is in the wheelchair I am there, right there.  I am not taking my eyes off her.  She disappeared, you know, for a long time (5 DAYS which seems the same as forever to a Pointer left at home).  I am making sure she doesn't do it again.  Everywhere she goes, I go.  Must admit it takes a little maneouvering to get her, wheelchair and me in the downstairs loo but we manage. I'm helping Mum get better.

Its not boring with Mum laid up like this, cos lots of people come visiting. I like meeting people, and I am masterclass at squeezing the maximum amount of fuss, stroking and tummy tickles from visitors.  One of our regular visitors is Cousin Vivienne.  She is always good for a fuss.  This time she brought her little dog with her.  His name is Woody and he is fun. I'm told he likes to run a lot and when Mum is better we are going to go play over the fields together.  I'm looking forward to that. 

Right now its Dad who takes me out over the fields.  I like going with Dad cos there is just so much room to run.

Today its quiet.  Mum is in bed, Dad's on his computer, so I am going to find a nice warm sunny spot and crash out - snooze time.