This week Mum has apparently been "absolutely bloody knackered".  Mum has been determinedly sticking to her plan in the hope that at some point she will stop being "absolutely bloody knackered" and her legs will start working again.  Mum's legs look like they should work fine, but apparently they have turned to very sore achy lead.  I wasn't sure what lead tastes like, but a good chew revealed that lead tastes just like Mum. It turns out that Mum being "absolutely bloody knackered" often ends up with her lying on the floor after she's been running.  I assume because she wants me to lick her until she feels better.  Or nibble.  Or maybe just lie on her and make warming smells.  I'm good at warming smells, everyone tells me so. Mum has also been doing lots of interesting things with sticks.  I'm not allowed to bring sticks inside, but Mum has special indoor sticks.  I like these, they're good sticks.  She has a stick to rol...

Mum has been a lot happier this week. Mum has apparently made peace with being a little less fit than this time last year.  Mum has also stopped being ill.  Sadly, she has also stopped making all the interesting smells.  I was quite enjoying those. Mum's first three runs this week all went completely to plan.  This makes Mum happy.  She likes a good plan.  I like a good plan too.  I have lots of plans.  Today I planned to bark at the cats, and I did.  I planned to chew Mum's hat, the one with the very big pom pom, and I did that too.  I also like Mum's plan.  The lovely chewable tasty one which would be so soothing to my poor teething gums.  Mum is still keeping it out of reach.  So out of reach in fact that she can't even see it.  That's OK because she has it committed to memory.  This does beg the question, why not just let your poor little wufflestuff have it?  Apparently this is not goin...

Well finally, Mum got out and did some running and got wonderfully sweaty.  There's nothing better than a tired Mum lying on the floor with her dangly ponytail right there, and a fine crust of salt ready for the nibbling.  Sometimes she even comes home with horse poo on her shoes.  My Mum is great. Mum doesn't think her first week of training has gone well, though. Mum has carefully marked her completed runs off on her planner, which has made her a bit sad.  Apparently a number of them have not gone entirely to plan. Mum has also been poorly, and trying to deny it.  I know Mum's been poorly because Mum has been making the most delicious smells that even rival mine and spending a lot of time in the toilet.  Mum says I'm not to go on about that part but seriously, fantastically, delicious smells.  She's also been sick quite a few times, which isn't nice.  I once had to be sick lots after I ate something off the floor I wasn't me...