Two insanely busy weeks, including two working Sundays. Yes, you read it right. Working Sundays! Mummy’s hospital organised free health camps on both the Sundays and whether you liked it or not, she had to go do some charity!
Whoever had said ‘Charity begins at home’ quite clearly forgot to pass on this message to those guys running her hospital. I mean, I don’t think there’s any point neglecting your family, especially on Sundays, to go do charity outside.
Thank Dogness, we have a superbly functioning Back-up App called ‘Daddy’ in place. Even though Mummy rushed off right after breakfast we got to go on our special Sunday walkie.
Lovely weather, a bright sun shinning through a clear blue sky and the most glorious smelling mud puddle left over from last week’s rains in a corner of our park. Unfortunately, Daddy got to me before I could delve in. Ginger was smarter. She’d sneaked out from the group without any fuss and had the most wonderful time. Before Daddy even noticed, she’d managed a mud bath.
What I’d have given to get into that thick mud caking her paws and face! But it wasn’t to be. Sigh!
I think Shadow is funny. He doesn’t like mud and he avoids all water puddles. He seems to take much pleasure in sniffing the flowers, chasing butterflies and trying to get at those pesky birds that tease us. If you ask me it is a sheer waste of time. I’d rather get into water any day.
Mummy turned 37 years old on the 28th of Feb. The cake arrived promptly at the stroke of midnight. We were all pretending to be terribly sleepy and snuggling under warm blankets when the door-bell chirped. Mummy immediately sat up and declared, ‘Hey! That’s my cake!’
It was a very pretty cake. Purple flowers that smelled of pineapple and vanilla! To my utter disappointment, just when we were half way through it Mummy declared she was gonna save the other half for the next day, to pack it for her friends at work. Thankfully by next morning she had come back to her senses so she only packed one fourth of it.
We got Mummy a brand new smart tablet and a pretty new notebook. All part of our plan to get her to help us blog seriously and more frequently. Hopefully once she gets the hang of it, she’ll make good use of her tablet and blog in between work.
Oh! I almost forgot.
Ginger went and caught a bug sometime back. Nopes! Not the big ones that you can chase and catch but the tiniature microscopic ones that chase you instead! She kept flapping her ears hard and had a fever. Mummy told me it was Otitis Media. Well, in English that translates to ‘a condition when your ears get infected due to a blockage of the ventilating tube behind the nose consequent to a cold’.
Thankfully, it wasn’t very bad. There wasn’t any discharge coming out of her ears which can happen if the ear drum perforates. The meds worked well and she’s all mended now. I feel so relieved.
For one, Mummy fusses terribly when one of us isn’t feeling hundred percent. And secondly, because she gets all paranoid we will all go catch bugs she doesn’t let us play in the puddles in our park.
For the record, Shadow hates puddles. So it’s actually I who end up losing out on all the fun.
Gotta go now.
Need to go help Mummy figure out the tablet.
Keep blogging and keep wagging,
Buddy
