Mum is about to leave me forever.
"Not forever Wuffle, just the weekend," she said. "Forever, Mum, that is absolutely forever, what will I do without you forever?"
"I will miss you lots, but it's not forever, it's two nights, and Auntie Zoe will be here," Mum said.
Well, that changes things a bit; I still don't want Mum to go but Auntie Zoe is ace. She has more dangly things than anyone else I know, and pom poms, and fluffy bits, and I think we will have a lovely time. But I will still miss Mum.
I had a sudden thought, "Will Auntie Zoe feed me, Mum? She's never fed me before!"
Apparently Auntie Zoe will feed me, Mum has left her chicken and eggs and rice for me, and none of that biscuit rubbish that I'm sure should be meant for cats. She will take me in the garden for my wees and poos, and snuggle me on the sofa. Phew.
The reason Mum is abandoning me possibly for almost forever is that she is going to do a race on Sunday, and will be staying with family down south for the weekend. Mum is quite very excited about the race as she's been feeling pretty good this week and enjoying her training. She went out and did a last little run this morning in the freezing cold glorious sunshine and came home very pink and very happy. She even tested out her new vest, as Mum says only a "complete twat" runs 20 miles in anything they haven't tested. Mum says if something chafes you need to know where, and not when there's 18 miles of bleeding to go. Mum probably has a good point, but on Sunday it's meant to be lovely running weather, around 7 degrees, and when Mum set out at 8:30 this morning it was still below freezing. A very pink Mum, indeed!
The race is one of two big ones before she runs her Marathon, and it's 20 miles. I asked how many laps of the garden that was and Mum said quite a lot. I think she means at least 4 or 5. Mum says this should give her an idea of how quickly she'll be able to run a marathon in 7 weeks, as at the moment, she hasn't a bloody clue.
Because the race is a long way Mum is now doing something called "carb loading", which I think is a technical runner term for eating lots of malt loaf. Mum says she needs to eat pasta and rice and other types of carbs too, but at the moment she's definitely doing the most damage on the malt loaf. I do like it when Mum has a squidgy middle for me to push my squooshy nose in and she's kind of lost that over the last few weeks which is sad, but if she keeps on like this she's going to need someone to push her round in a wheelbarrow on Sunday.
If you haven't sponsored and you can, please remember Mum is running away from me for a very good cause this year, Vizsla Rescue. Vizsla Rescue do fantastic work in looking after and rehoming needy gingers and every little bit helps these less fortunate pups have the sort of life they deserve.
"I will miss you lots, but it's not forever, it's two nights, and Auntie Zoe will be here," Mum said.
Well, that changes things a bit; I still don't want Mum to go but Auntie Zoe is ace. She has more dangly things than anyone else I know, and pom poms, and fluffy bits, and I think we will have a lovely time. But I will still miss Mum.
I had a sudden thought, "Will Auntie Zoe feed me, Mum? She's never fed me before!"
Apparently Auntie Zoe will feed me, Mum has left her chicken and eggs and rice for me, and none of that biscuit rubbish that I'm sure should be meant for cats. She will take me in the garden for my wees and poos, and snuggle me on the sofa. Phew.
The reason Mum is abandoning me possibly for almost forever is that she is going to do a race on Sunday, and will be staying with family down south for the weekend. Mum is quite very excited about the race as she's been feeling pretty good this week and enjoying her training. She went out and did a last little run this morning in the freezing cold glorious sunshine and came home very pink and very happy. She even tested out her new vest, as Mum says only a "complete twat" runs 20 miles in anything they haven't tested. Mum says if something chafes you need to know where, and not when there's 18 miles of bleeding to go. Mum probably has a good point, but on Sunday it's meant to be lovely running weather, around 7 degrees, and when Mum set out at 8:30 this morning it was still below freezing. A very pink Mum, indeed!
The race is one of two big ones before she runs her Marathon, and it's 20 miles. I asked how many laps of the garden that was and Mum said quite a lot. I think she means at least 4 or 5. Mum says this should give her an idea of how quickly she'll be able to run a marathon in 7 weeks, as at the moment, she hasn't a bloody clue.
Because the race is a long way Mum is now doing something called "carb loading", which I think is a technical runner term for eating lots of malt loaf. Mum says she needs to eat pasta and rice and other types of carbs too, but at the moment she's definitely doing the most damage on the malt loaf. I do like it when Mum has a squidgy middle for me to push my squooshy nose in and she's kind of lost that over the last few weeks which is sad, but if she keeps on like this she's going to need someone to push her round in a wheelbarrow on Sunday.
If you haven't sponsored and you can, please remember Mum is running away from me for a very good cause this year, Vizsla Rescue. Vizsla Rescue do fantastic work in looking after and rehoming needy gingers and every little bit helps these less fortunate pups have the sort of life they deserve.
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