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Week 2: Double Standards or True Love?



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 going to happen, no way.  We shall see, Mum, we shall see.

Mum was a bit sad/happy about her fourth run of the week, her parkrun.  It was very, very cold and windy.  I can vouch for this because Mum took me out on the park twice yesterday - completely against my wishes I may add - and it was miserable and I made sure to shiver extra hard to make her feel suitable guilty for dragging me out.  If Mum stayed at home with me in the warm in front of the fire her hamstring would have been plenty warm enough, I pointed out, but I'm learning that this is not an option if it's on "the plan".  Mum apparently didn't warm up enough for how cold it was and had to "back off" with a tight hamstring.  I'm sure that's something that I could chew for her if she needs it tenderising.  

That left just her long run today which Mum told me she was dreading.  I was too.  What if she froze?  What if she got lost?  I need Mum and I don't like it when she's out.  Dad was home so to make it clear how much I don't like it when Mum is out I chewed him.  I also chewed the two legged pups and the new sofa.  I am absolutely not meant to chew the new sofa but how else could I show Dad I was worried?  Then I went "three shades of batshit crazy" which I think means a bundle of wonderful puppy fun because I only go "three shades of batshit crazy" when I'm having a fabulous time jumping on and over everything and taking all the little things people leave out for me to play with.  I know they're for playing with, because I can reach them. 

Eventually, almost two hours later, TWO HOURS, Mum came through the door looking remarkably perky and happy.  She hadn't been looking forward to the run, so I was surprised she was so happy.  Then I realised why.  My very clever and beautiful little snout does not lie.  Mum had been rolling in horse poo!  Falling on black ice she said.  Falling, rolling, what's the difference?  I know the rules.  Rolling in horse poo is strictly not allowed, and Mum had been off on her own and rolled in horse poo without me.  I love Mum so I don't understand why she would do this.

Then I realised, of course Mum loves me too!  How could I doubt Mum?  She'd found a horse poo so fantastic she knew she had to bring it home for me.  She was just thinking of me while she was out and missing me like I miss her.  I made sure to lick and nibble all of it off her bum while she tried to undo her trainers with frozen hands.  Then I licked her face and nibbled her ponytail so she knew how much I'd missed her and how much I love her.  I know Mum loves me too because she sat there and accepted all my kisses and just occasionally mumbled "too cold to move" through chattering teeth.

Mum and I are now back together and all wrapped up warm and life is grand.  This next week is apparently the third week of "build up" before Mum has a bit of an easier week.  Mum knows it's going to be tough but is looking quite chirpy about it.  We've been really touched by the sponsorship for the fantastic Vizsla Rescue UK that has been made by friends and strangers.  If you can drop us a couple of quid and you haven't, even just a pound if you can, please do click the big red button at the top and I promise you a massive lick from chin to forehead as a thank you.  From me.  Not Mum. 










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